Boredom Kills

It's sunny out. And still warm enough to make sleeves a bad idea. I don't like having to dab at my moistened brow. That's icky business.

I've been having nasty dreams lately. I wake up angry or sad or with a feeling of betrayal or railing at the injustice of something I can't remember. It makes sleep less of a reward. And it makes distractions like the personification of a sub sandwich wearing a cape on the corner of the strip mall I where I used to lunch so frequently a welcome addition to today's vista.