What a day in the life...

I knew there was a reason why I didn't post my musings this morning, as I am wont to do, but the reason didn't become clear until about 3PM this afternoon. First off, I woke up feeling like hell, mostly because I slept so poorly. I also decided to eat too late last night, and went to bed to soon after eating. All night long it was indigestion, bad dreams, on and on. Unfortuantely I cannot remember the dreams. The indigestion is another thing. So I wake up at 4AM, then 6AM. The latter with painful hiccups. I finally settle back down after a little bicarb of soda, around 6:30. I sleep blisfully until 8:15, when I wake up, and start hiccuping again. If you want to wake up crabby, this is the way to do it. At that point I figure I'll call the garage where my beloved auto is having her windshield wiper motor replaced--$275 for just the motor. I haven't even had coffee yet. It won't be ready until tomorrow. 'Nuff said. Plans are juggled, people are called, and am secure in the borrowing of a family member's car so I can get to my 11AM therapist appointment. I have some time to kill, so I go out and weed my veggie garden and transplant some pachysandra for my mother. Those 2 events actually transpired as planned--amazing. I leave for the shrink, have a decent time at his joint, where I reveal that I really don't want to do anything today but go home and go back to bed. We both had a good laugh at that one. At 11:55 I went to my noon AA meeting, where I run into a friend from the bad old days. He is really bad shape, stinking drunk, crying, paranoid, the works. I grab another sober man and we bring the poor fellow up to the nearby hospital and admit him into the detox unit. Thankfully he was willing to go through with this. By the time I get home, it's 2:45PM and the garage has called to say that no one, not even the local VW folks have a wiper motor for my lovely Loretta de la Jetta. Tuesday is the earliest that these guys can get hold of one. My appointment for my 70k checkup is next Friday at the VW garage in Kingston, NY. I make the decision: I will pick up the car tomorrow, and drive only when it's not raining, until next Friday, when I can get the whole kit-and-kaboodle fixed.


Guess what the weather report says...

Johnnyboy