Mr. Gray woofs. The noise comes from downstairs and tells me that he needs to go outside for some morning business. No problem.
I groggily tell myself, “Rise and shine, stink boy. It’s time to let the pooch out and for you to get a shower.”
After I take Mr. Gray for a mini-walk, one hundred feet to the corner and back, I decide to take a shower: shampoo hair, shave, soap up frame, rinse, and enjoy the warm-to-hot spray. Thereafter, it’s coffee time: needed, black, lots of it.
Over coffee, I piece together last evening’s events: chicken portions with the unexpected visitor/trespasser Gerald Murrow, time spent at The Glittering Elephant, getting hard by Gerald’s hand, getting hit on by a beastly-sized blond guy, conversation with the owner of the bar, walking home, and reading Putnam’s sh
