My Life Finally Tracked Me Down

Try as you might to run, your life will eventually find you wherever you are. I'm not particularly fond of mine, overall. Bad juju. But here it is. It found me.

It seems that I was allowed to enjoy San Diego for only as long as my show was running. When it closed on schedule, my life expected me to return to Nashville post-haste. I didn't. But this morning I took my parents to the airport, sending them back to Tennessee without me. And as soon as they were gone, life tapped me on the shoulder and made me look directly into the sucker punch. "Ya shoulda gone home."

I'll have to write about California highways and traffic control some day. I'll have to write about the continuing bad luck I have on return trips from the airport. I'll have to write about a lot of things. But not now. Now I want to wallow. Wallow, wallow, wallow.

By God, it was red.