They Turn Out
Saturday. Not a bad day: a couple of Tylenol seem to have cleared the head, a walk down to the nearby sidewalk cafe to order a ham and swiss sandwich for lunch only to be brought a tuna fish sandwich because I always order a tuna fish sandwich and they heard “tuna fish” when I said “ham”. I believe this is not only an indication I'm in a rut but that I am able to give a kind of “contact rut” to the people around me, not unlike a “contact high”. They somehow picked up on the “Swiss cheese”, though: there was Swiss cheese on my tuna, although I always order my tuna fish straight with just the right amount of mercury on the side. Excitement enough on a Saturday.
Even you have to wince after reading that.
I don't know, some of the cogs in the brain seemed to fall into place today like a lock on a vault, the little tumblers going ”click-click-click”. An epiphany while looking through the Picasso books at the local used book store. Weird. But let's not talk about it - Picasso of all people - I'll let it lie and get ready for the motorcycle races tomorrow. I'm curious to see how they turn out.