Cute guys in the car; I’m up with the Midnight Disease ….

Hi, friends and readers:

All boys love cars. I know I did when I was in my late teens and bought my first car, an older junker Ford that often overheated. It didn’t matter. My car gave me freedom to go where I chose to whenever I wanted to.

I still love the car I own today, my Honda Element. Yeah, it looks like a bread toaster, but it’s super-reliable, comfortable, and holds a ton of stuff for surfing trips, camping, and visits to my fishing cabin. It’s indestructible.

Well, it is four AM on Tuesday morning and I am wide awake. My usual cure for the Midnight Disease, as Michael Chabon calls it, is to drink a beer. But I’m on a campaign to cut back on my alcohol consumption, so beer is out of the question.  Instead I ate some potato salad and a few red grapes, and now I’m making this post. Eventually I will get back to sleep.

I have a busy day ahead. I actually have a mid-morning date with someone I met online. Then I have an early-afternoon meeting with my handyman. I need to get a haircut, and then make my weekly visit to the wine market. I’m spending this evening at a friend’s house, and I suppose we’ll dine out at a seafood place.

Have a nice Tuesday, everyone.

5 thoughts on “Cute guys in the car; I’m up with the Midnight Disease ….

  1. I drive an 06 Chrysler 300. Its built like a tank and handles like a mini van. But the trunk is quite spacious. Hell you could fit about 3 dead bodies in there.

  2. Mid-Night Writers’ Disease is common for alcohol writers’ users who try hard to write. Common to plain alcohol users also. Writers need it. Yes. So assert here. Mom accountant has it and she figures their, the OTHERS’ irregularities and corrects them all upon her return to work They hate her. Mom does not even have a degree but she out-does them all. Live and hear all such … and hear her nightmaring. She lives to 76 trombones. High-school accounting versus the male PhD’s. Plus one female PhD. Alcohol makes her aware and able. Odd but very real. Survival. And a way out and then in. Odd. my mere experience.

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