Night Shift
Night fear is the worst. My bladder woke me at some undefinable hour, perhaps 3 AM. Right away it was apparent, I was a bit too awake. And thinking about what? Well, 'thinking' would be overstating it. I was immersed in the repetitive anticipation of my upcoming traffic accident en route to the next day's lunch. Why an accident? No particular reason necessary, of course, for it is night, the time of anxious imaginings. Oh, the drive would take me into the center of town, to the edge of the Financial Read more [...]