Spent the night at my mother's house, of course. Didn't really think it would be much of a storm. My mother made pork chops for dinner. I never make them, but damn, they were good. Took me back to childhood when we would have them once a week. After dinner, we sat out with cocktails and watched the weather. When we went back inside, I put on "The Thin Man." I love that movie. . . the whole series of them, really. But I couldn't stay awake. I slept through most of it.
When the movie was over, my mother woke me up. I did my nightly ablutions and realized I had not brought any sleep aid, i.e. the gummies I eat before bed. I slept o.k. until around 3:30 when the wind and rain picked up. I didn't expect how hard the storm would hit. Windows rattled and shook. I dozed fitfully until five, then got up and turned on the news hoping we would keep power. My mother got up shortly after. Coffee and mother and the storm. I lay on the couch and dozed. When I got up, I was hungry, so we made a big breakfast. Then we went to sit in the garage and watch the storm's remains.
Those three songs I posted--I can't get them out of my head. All night, when I'd wake, they would be playing.
What do you expect a man like me to do?
I have, perhaps, gone mad.
Tea and books and naps today, I guess. All gyroscopes have gone wobbly. It's going to take a minute.