I don’t know how often I’ll use this, but I think it might be fun to share some of the strange things that happen in my head at night.
This was last night/this morning.
Brian was gone and I noticed the front door open just a bit, just enough for a cat to get through it. And while I was walking over to shut it, Charlie slipped out. Well, not only was the door open, so was the screen door. Not something that’s ever happened here. I went out to get Charlie, grabbed him and brought him back in, then went back outside, where I grabbed one cat (didn’t know who it was until I got inside, it was dark out, it was Bobby) and I saw Ron Howard on the driveway. Oddly enough, I wasn’t in the least bit worried.
Then Brian was reminding me that I needed to get the property taxes paid since they’re due the 10th and not to forget to call my parole officer.