Airport Friday

So I packed up all of my things and I left Illinois behind, I left the hotel room and the small town at 3:00AM because I had to be on a plane leaving St. Louis by 6.

I saw the St. Louis arch for the first time, driving by it very fastly, at about 4:30.

I think that was my last one, my last assignment. Now I can say that that's over and done with, I think. I'm not sure what happens now, but I'm not going to even try to think about it for awhile. Not until Monday, at the very least.

Sleeping on the planes, desirous for one of those cushions that wraps around the neck for support. Not thinking about anything, or else halfdreaming of things I don't recall. Reading a book about the guy who invented geology, when my eyes were open. Mountains where the oceans used to be, mollusk fossils encased in sedimental stone. Layers of time that gave away the Earth's age, and refuted the Christian notion that the whole world was only 6,000 years old. He didn't want to, though.

Mold floating in the leftover coffee, when I got home. It's the first time I've seen mold in coffee since that one job I had, in downtown Rochester, and the guy came back from vacation, and we were both in the office kitchen, and he was rinsing out the cup he'd left his pre-vacation coffee in, and I was an awkward kid trying to joke with him about the mold that was floating in it, and then a week or two later he left his minivan in neutral and got out the driver's side and his wife was the passenger screaming all the way down the precipice, and I guess he is in jail.

I guess that moldy coffee stirs up disturbing memories, so usually I make sure to always dump any leftover coffee down the drain, and wash out the pots and cups, and squirt some liquid soap into them and fill them up with hot water.

I think that I'll try to take a nap now, since I am home and I have a comfortable sofa calling my name (but oddly, using my surname only...), and with records playing in the background, maybe I will put on the Moonmadness record, with the endless groove cut into the end of side B, giving a forever-drone to the fade out of "Lunar Sea". I think that this is the Friday afternoon that it was made for.