Due to insomnia — and then waking Sam at 5 a.m. to horse around and keep me company — we decided to drive over to Denny’s for Senior Scrambled Eggs. I thought we were being
decadent (it was still dark outside) but apparently this is not such a unique idea among old people here in Mesquite as Denny’s enjoyed a rather steady stream of incoming elderly the entire time we were there. This makes me a card-carrying member of the
blue hair brigade now ... and only three days after I get invited to my first free funeral-planning seminar for senior citizens.
Holy crap.
I went back to bed as soon as we got home. When I woke up three hours later I found Sam unconscious on the chaise in the family room, wrapped in our faux mink throw with a Boston Blackie movie on TCM. I think he looks like Smokey the Bear. (Sam, not Boston Blackie.)
Come to think of it, more sleep sounds like a damn good idea right about now. Don’t slam your door on the way out, okay?
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