Dream: a train approaches, and as it gets very loud, I look outside to see a train being driven past our house on a flatbed trailer. The trailer stops, and the engine of the train unhooks itself, makes a u-turn, and comes up the driveway. I am convinced that Abby has done something to offend the engineer, and I am equally convinced he is intent on crashing through our living room where Abby is napping.
Other topic, this one about getting old, hopefully gracefully: today my haircuttist asked me if I wanted her to trim my eyebrows. I humbly told her yes. I would rather be “the old guy who gets his eyebrows trimmed” than “the old guy with bushy eyebrows.”
Then tonight someone I have known since I have lived in Ada since 1988 told me tonight that I “hadn’t changed.” Hmm.
Then a drunk elderly former football coach felt me up. It was a very weird day.