Sitting on the front porch wearing my pajama bottoms and bathrobe, drinking a couple fingers of Bunnahabhain, waiting for the thunderstorm. It occurred to me I must look absurd.
I’m dipping my finger in the ice because I managed to injure myself once again today, this time with a rubber mallet while putting together a work bench. No, I did not stutter. I hurt myself with a rubber mallet. At this point in my life, the only thing I’m really missing are a big red nose, funny shoes, and a clown car.