When I was an underclassman in high school I used to fall asleep on the couch every evening before dinner while my parents watched The News Hour with Jim Lehrer. It was a very teenage thing for me to do, to sleep like that. Tonight I had a repeat of that experience, and the familiar sound of political commentary took on a soothing tone as it blended with the song of the trumpets transitioning news items and simultaneously transitioning my dreams. I would have guessed my mother was sitting on the other side of me, thumbing through the TV guide. But she wasn’t. I was alone, it was just another nap.
Didn’t I tell you that the every day details aren’t too riveting? Today I had the urge to staple my clothes with a stapler. I don’t know why I felt this way, but fortunately I didn’t give in. Wouldn’t that be fun, though? To staple right through your clothes? I should get a job at a thrift store.