Left the house in less than 10 minutes after waking up, dragged the laundry basket into the car, noticed the temperature was already 98 degrees and it was only 7:50 a.m.

I’m tired.  So tired and disoriented that I actually had a fleeting panicky feeling that the weekend was over when I woke this morning.  Then an internal exhale of relief that it was Sunday.

A night of dream after dream, nightmare after nightmare, had me waking to glance at the clock at strange intervals.

But for once, no bags under my eyes, I think I can owe that to the humidity.  If anything, when it’s NOT a ‘dry heat’ in the desert, the moisture in the fiery Summer heat does serve as a lovely wrinkle plumper.

Reached the laundromat and after answering “Sleepy” to glaucoma man’s “How are you?”  Proceeded to literally (yes, I’m using it correctly) LITERALLY listen to at least 10 topics of monologue.

It was not a conversation.

I had been a little nervous about how our chat today might go on the heels of the Supreme Court ruling.

But no equal rights topic came up.  Thank goodness.  I wasn’t ready to debate him.

Remember?  I’m sleepy.

So I just walked by him (in time to see him folding his Y-Fronts –  that was something I could have gone the rest of my life without seeing) and grabbed a cup of coffee.

Standing there, you get to see a little ‘behind the scenes’.  Doesn’t that press look like a sun-bed?

Anyway.

I’m caffeinated now.

Glaucoma man is gone.

And I’m still super sleepy.

It’s quiet.

Cool.

Peaceful.

And if you were here, reader, I would ask, “Is my ear bleeding?   It feels like it may be bleeding.”

Too much information – too much of a barrage of points of view.

But I’ll keep listening.

Glaucoma man needs someone to listen.