So I get up early, well before dawn, so I can work on this thing about Leonard Pennario. This morning, what darkness! I was not operating on full power. Here is what told me that.
1. Reaching groggily into the dishwasher for a coffee mug I found myself reaching instead for a wineglass. As if it were 6 p.m., not 6 a.m. Ha, ha! I wish!
2. I put the water but not the coffee in the coffee maker so what did I have? A carafe of hot water.
3. This one is the best...
I poured coffee over my hairbrush!
I am in the upstairs bathroom and this is after my first cup of coffee. Well, half a cup of coffee. I drank half of it and then got wrapped up in my work and the other half got cold. I was heading downstairs to get another cup but first I stopped in the bathroom and what I did was, I poured the cold coffee into the sink. As I was doing that something clattered into the sink. It was dark and I could not see what it was but yes indeed, it was my hairbrush.
Ha, ha! It is like the Beach Boys' "The Sloop John B." "Into my soup went his comb." That was a line I always got a kick out of. Until now! Now that line hits a little close to home.
I rinsed off the brush but it still smells like coffee so later when I washed my hair I used Howard's hairbrush.
This is going to be one of those Tuesdays!
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