Surreality, with a chance of Weird in today’s forecast…

It started with a cat licking my forehead. Well, she started licking my fingers then moved to my forehead. In a pattern as well, marching her freakishly gritty tongue across the expanse at the top of my face like she was on an exfoliating mission or something. I sat up before she stared grooming my hair or something. Hairballs are bad enough, skinballs and my hair puked up by a cat would be too much.

I dressed, kissed my wife goodbye and went to Steak ‘n Shake. I go there most Saturday’s for b...