Tuesday morning.

I saw the walking man again on the way to work. Mid-thirties, determined demeanor, arms swinging violently. It was the only thing that made me laugh today.

I also had a nine-round match with a junebug this morning. I was reading, gathering my thoughts before work, and the junebug baited me. I swatted it off my knee, but that was just what he came here for. It was on. I stood up, fight stance, and focused on erratic movements. He got too close too often, but he also took a few good swats with my book. He retreated.

I sat down again to read, but the second round started as soon as junebug lined up his attack. This went on for several minutes. I probably looked out of my mind. I threw in the towel finally and went in to work.

I bet he's gloating.