Uncle

It was a long day, and it was only two in the afternoon. I spent the morning and early in a development meeting. A dozen people handing out ideas for a new sitcom - little of them good. I was there as a favor for an old friend. The meeting took five hours and nothing was accomplished. I had a headache.

I walked into the house without expectation. Sometimes you come home to know who’s here and what they probably do, watch TV, surf, sleep, whatever. Today I wasn’t aware of my environment. My mind tried to deal with the thought that the meeting had generated. When I came into the house, I thought of a beer first.