Jesse spent most of the last week working about two hours away. He drove home a couple nights, but also spent a couple nights at a hotel nearby.
Eve and I had reached our limit with each other by Wednesday night.
Tour is going to suck.
Anyway, I was waiting for him to come home so I could start reading
Watchmen. I like Alan Moore, but he honestly scares the bejesus out of me. I don't understand it, either, but just accept it as truth.
So Jesse came home last night and I started reading it and at one point, there are a slew of drawings of Nixon.
Which would explain why I had a dream that Obama wasn't really our President-elect, that there was a recount and we were now facing a re-emergence of Nixon as President. I kept trying to tell myself that the man is dead, but it wasn't working. I started figuring out what I had in the house so we could make a bunker in the basement.
I'm telling you, Moore is bad for my brains.