Joined at the Heart · Noxious Evils · Writers Write

Not a Skunk

I wore my shirt inside out most of the day yesterday. I got dressed in the dark because I didn’t want to wake Bacon. He’s on nights. I went for a two-mile walk. I took Coco’s inhaler to school and talked to Nurse Millie. I drove to a distant continent to buy veggies for the co-op. No one said anything.

On the way home I stopped for a train to pass. When I looked down, the buttons on my Henley weren’t visible. At first, I didn’t get it. Then, I laughed. People must think I’m crazy. My hair was wild–long and gray. My glasses were perched on my head. My clothes were inside out.

We are not meant to be nocturnal. Man is not a skunk wandering for miles in the dark. We need to see where we’re going. I don’t know the future, but it’s not building cars in a factory at night.

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