February 28, 2005
Eyes wide open
I don't feel like going to work today. My teenage son drove my car to the big city one hundred miles away from the town where I live. He didn't scare me too much until the return trip. It was late and both of us were tired. I was looking out of the side window and trying to tune out the rap music that he was playing, when I glanced the other way just in time to see that he had dozed off and was heading toward the car on the opposite side of the road. For once, he actually thanked me instead of telling me that he had everything under control. I was really wide awake after that. In fact, my eyes looked pretty much like this most of the night. I also have a headache from his music. This is really going to be a Monday, if you know what I mean.
