The bug in the air discourages me from my comfort zone and I have had many years to contemplate life, my children, a career, and have read quite a bit and enough due to this. The stress lines in my face and many others face from shit and shat while the world moves on and over us.

It started out with anger, still quietness, and a knocked over table. Beer filthy and sulfur. Nothing I signed up for and nothing I wanted. Irreconcilable differences, everywhere. But you see we have a war going on and a pandemic called Covids, whichever strain of covids is in the air.

We have this sidewalk problem in the shape of a zero. Laid out, six feet apart isolation, and a game called zilch going on in the living room. All of us the captain of our own ship, playing stupid games. Beautiful bodies offending its counter parts.

I ask the question as to why without expecting an answer. As an Allied and Mayflower eighteen wheeler passes by on the freeway reminiscent of the days when you signaled for the drivers to honk the horn, while traveling distant places.

Exhausted from the day turning into night. As in from the chill of weather. Your mind drifts off from an overload of thoughts. “Are we all kicking our own asses”, you think quietly. A squared stop sign appears in the distance and I can’t believe my eyes.

Nope, it’s just out of date driving glasses and a Jack in the box sign. Finally, I am about to reach home thanking the sky for the day and the serenity. I think to myself, “I’m driving miss daisy” as I laugh off the thought before pulling the car into the driveway to park.