Impeach Brooks Roddan

I had a dream that I actually went to sleep last night.

When I didn’t wake up the love of my life was right there beside me, whispering in my ear that it was quite all right I hadn’t slept and that it was kind of me not to have wakened her.

The first cup of coffee and the morning newspaper failed consolation. There was too much to learn and questions abounded.

What color was the Confederate Flag? How many states in the Union joined the Confederacy? Would the producers invite me back for Season Two, or would I only have a cameo in Episode One of Season Two?...

I’d aged overnight, no question. The danger of old age is that you actually come to believe you know everything or, even worse, you come to believe you already know everything you need to know.

Dick Cheney was in the news again. I knew he looked familiar, though the FBI had taken him off the Ten Most Wanted list toward the end of the Obama Administration.

Maybe I’ll play golf today. No, that’s not a good idea as I’ve forgotten how to play golf.

Time to move on.com and do the right thing—practice social-distancing by staying 6 feet away from myself for at least 24 hours or the rest of my life, whichever comes first..