Woke up. Got outta bed. Drug a comb across my head. Etc... Had a fine breakies wufs the Pops. We stopped back by the humble abode and both took a healthy dump. Then we trekked out in pursuit of a putt-putt course worthy of our mastery of the short game. After a lengthy and confused journey we reached our destination. It was a good time. Sweat. There was sweat. Being outdoors in the mid-day sun should be illegal. We both agreed that activity will only take place again on a cool winters evening.

I plopped on to the bed and very easily napped for a spell when we got back ONLY to be RUDELY interrupted by the Mom unit. "Yes, I was sleeping. Ok.......Ok.....No....Ok.....Drive safe mom.".... Got a few more Z's in.

Then a text from a girl I knew very well. "busy?" I got up and drove to a retail establishment I give too much money to and placed a call. It had been a year or more since we had a phone convo. There were texts, but no REAL communication. It was kind of strange to hear the voice on the other end I once knew quite well. I wandered around the store and we made random comments about this, that and the other. I told her about my new found hope coming to visit again. I got "....oh, that should be fun." We then went into how atrocious our knowledge of geography is. Then onto wondering why my remarried (3 years ago!!!) ex would have issues with my being happy. She hates me and would rather I were dead. She'll never admit it though.

I meandered around more and discovered a 'Best of Radiohead' DVD! I knew about the CD but THIS.... no....  didn't feel dropping the 20 bones right then. Which was stupid because I will be getting it. Why not now? NOW NOW NOW!!! meh... I wound up walking out of the store with out making a single purchase!!! go me!

Walked out to my truck as she went on about her current situation with 'the pursuit of happiness'. After I had a few smokes and listened, my battery died... Driving back to HQ I realized it was better to end the convo that way. I'll still keep contact with her... but that would have been one of THOSE goodbyes. Not final...but both knowing a change has taken place.

After a shower, bit of reflection and a failed attempt to exercise my minds eye, I BS'd with Pops and then sat back and read a bit of my cherished JTHM. I'll be so sad when I finish it.

Not a normal Sunday. Which is good. It means I'm alive.