The words running over and over in my head lately: occipital lobes. I have no idea why these words keep turning over in my head. This pete and repeat has been going on since the weekend.
The better-half gave me a ride in to work this morning because the car is getting inspected and lubed up. My payment for a ride in is always a cup of coffee. We tried the hot Italians down the street but they don’t open until 7:30 so we had to go to another joint on a side street. No matter, the coffee rocks. If it could just rock occipital lobe out of my head.