Lunacy

No sleep.
Middle of the night reading.
Tired eyes.
Fritz the dachsund stretched out on his back with his paws wrapped over the top of the sheets. WTH?
Arrived at school to the news that a friend's son has been killed in a traffic accident.
To imagine the calamity in their life. Distraught. Sadness.
This whole day seemed catterwunky, out of sorts.
The moon is pulling the tide into negative numbers and it's not even full, yet.
Lunatics are everywhere.
The alternator goes loony. How long can a van run on its battery? About four miles, today.
Vehicles cost upwards of what a good house used to cost, and the alternator goes out as I drive toward school; where can I pull over safely? Where do I hide? AAA.
I call on my cell phone and that's all they need. They know who I am, "Hi, Mister Fitzpatrick, thank you for your 37 years of membership, how can I help you?" "Uh..." They have my membership number, and she can even triangulate where I am! When the tow truck guy arrives he has everything he needs, "Oh, I've got all your info in the computer, man. You're all good." "Uh..."
It's lunacy. I didn't even say anything and he's hooking up the front end to the 15 passenger van and we're off and I still haven't said anything. He even knows where we're going. "Uh..."
Loony loony loony.
Looney Tunes, there's an app we need, right now.