Monday Blues

Taking Monday off. I've scheduled an appointment for physical therapy on my knee exactly as the much publicized eclipse is to occur, another case of bad timing duing my life. In addition to arriving "in-country" only a few weeks before the so-called "Tet Offensive" kicked off, I finished my tour with the United States Navy 24 hours after the last draft-dodger got the last good job in the country. Later I retired, or sort of retired, a few days before interest rates on CDs hit 0.025 percent, or one percent less than the cost of the gas it took to go to the bank and renew.

And, of course, the sexual revolution began during my wedding reception.