It’s another Monday. I can’t bring myself to adjust the alarm clock. I’ve been up since 5:30am, when my phone started blasting the opening chants of “The Circle of Life” from The Lion King. I slammed back a coffee, applied for a replacement social security card because I might need it, and did a workout.…
I feel like I might’ve memorized the list of rules for visiting a relative at the local jail. I stared at the sign in the visitor waiting room for long enough today. No cell phones, no running, no loud noises. Don’t stand or jump on the tables. No jewelry, except wedding bands. Don’t play with…
Sunday. Understandably, it was a rough night. I fell asleep without too much trouble; washing down a cocktail of melatonin and Benadryl with a couple of shots of Canadian Club helped. Just now, my phone’s autocorrect tried to make that last sentence say “I feel asleep”. It’s an appropriate phrase. Yet again, I’m feeling like…