Mom knocked on my door very early this morning. I could hear her stumble up my steps. It was time for my every two week injection of sanity potion. I had just taken a long shower and then shaved.
"I'm driving," I said calmly, but firmly after I said goodbye to Maggie and locked the front door.
"What did you do last night?" Mom asked.
"The usual," I replied as I drove. "I fiddled around with my computer and watched TV."
"We have pitiful lives," Mom said laughing jovially.
Mom was right. My mother and I both need to garner more life.
Mom has been recruited on my injection days to make sure I actually go get the injection. My natural tendency is to just stay in bed and avoid it. I get tired of all these pills and injections.
I got the injection in my right buttock and soon we were driving back up through the Valley. Mom had fallen asleep in the car and was snoring softly. I stopped at McDonald's and got us two small cups of coffee and we headed home.