9. Late Night
May. 6th, 2013 01:51 amA bathroom run. It must be around two in the nightly morning. Just my luck, Pop is also clearing out of the big room, done with television for the night. He asks, “Can’t sleep?” “I just got up.” If I had more wit about me, I would have told him that I am half-asleep even as we speak. He has so much energy. At 71. At two in the morning. I wish I had some of that. I am more my mother’s son in that. He asks if I liked those cinnamon rolls. I told him no. I doubt it surprised him. I very rarely like anything.