My Drive Home
I felt like one of the three little pigs last night, and the wolf was at my door. The wind howled, screen doors banged, and chairs rocked on the porch. There was a low moan from the dog run. I expected rain, but none came. This morning, all is quiet. No stars, which means clouds. We’ll see what daybreak brings. I’m up early because we’ve sprung forward, which will leave me in a small state of disarray for a day or two. I don’t care. What else have I got to do?
Drove in from Houston yesterday where I’d gone for a dental procedure on Friday. We don’t like talking about going to the dentist because no one likes to go, and procedures mean something’s wrong, like you failed to brush your teeth or floss, although I have cracked a tooth or two. Anyway, I had a wisdom tooth pulled. It was due in equal parts, probably, from putting off a regularly scheduled checkup for Covid concerns, along with a small dose of self-neglect after my wife’s passing. No pain to speak of, which seems good. I just have to eat mushy food for a week, and drink cold coffee for two days. Yuck.
The drive in was nice. I was in a zone. I even turned off the radio and simply listened to the wheels on the road. It was me and the car in no big hurry. I stopped at the large store with the clean bathrooms and made it home without much of a fuss. The silent house, after the bustle of my son’s house and family, was a tiny letdown, but I didn’t have far to fall. So, I sat in my chair, watched a little TV, listened to some music, and called it a day. Oh, and the cat was glad to see me.