Clearly, the start of the school year and the departure of both kids, leaving me alone in the house for seven hours a day, has brought me to loose ends. I have just returned from a two-and-a-half mile walk, chased by a brisk half-mile run, in 95 degree heat with an air quality that the Weather Channel has helpfully (if charitably) indexed as “lethal.”
Stepping out of the shower I see that not only are both eyes bloodshot—so is my entire face. My cheeks, my scalp: bloodshot. (A bloodshot scalp!) I appear to have blown out every capillary in my head, and will no doubt be expiring momentarily of stroke.
So long all. It’s been grand knowing you.