I was awakened from a dream at 1:30 this afternoon by the dulcet tones of my cell phone attempting to play Tool’s Sober, so I don’t really remember much of it. I know it ended with my father arriving at my place very late, like 3am. He said something like, “I’m here.” And I said something like, “I didn’t know when you were going to get here.” Then he said, “You can ask me now.” And I did. And he said, “About now.” It wasn’t really a joke or anything, more like an explanation. Then he went out to his car to get his bags. It was at this point that my phone rang.
I used my workbench last night, to glue some pieces of wood together. It’s not entirely perfect, as I don’t have anything to sit on while I’m working at it. That will have to be my next purchase.
Either that or some pie.
Say hi to your father for me! I always really liked your dad. :}