What a weird day. Uneventful, but weird.
Maybe not weird so much as unremarkable and mundane.
Of all things I didn't plan on, it was the fax machine that woke me up at five o'clock this morning. I'd been so tired last night that I went to bed a couple of hours earlier than usual, but not early enough to get up at five. (Not for a fax, anyway.) It was some kind of automated advertising, set to "send" when traffic on the phone lines is low. Four pages worth, enough to wake me up to the degree that I had to get up and pee. Well, thanks ever so, Mr. "Only $349 for a Seminar on Construction Claims." Sign me up right now, you betcha.
When I woke up again at 7:30, I was just going to pick up the morning paper, but as I was walking out to the end of the driveway, I met my landlord Jerry driving in. He was wired on coffee and wanted to talk. He asked me how things are going and I told him, "Fine."
"No, really, how are things going?" Apparently he wanted to hear a complaint of some sort.
"Well, the walls are a little thinner than I thought they would be." I thought this was a way of complaining about the noise without snitching on the neighbors, but he didn't take it that way.
"Don't worry," he told me, "because I think after Fred moves in there are going to be some changes made." Fred is Jerry's partner. Together they are Fred and Jerry, never Jerry and Fred.
Fine, as long as they don't think they're getting kicked out because I complained about them. I was just complaining about the thin walls. Don't key my car or batter my shiny new mailbox, please.