Sunday Scaries gave way to a dream I’m about to take a high school calculus test with no prep. PGP.

Older buddy at the bar complains about having to wait to receive what he calls a small 401K adjustment check due to CPA/tax correction; amount is twice my entire retirement savings. PGP.

Old job commute: 17 miles. New job commute: 3.8 miles. PGPM.

I-405. PGP.

Shift button on my car sticks after I park at work, triggering fear I can’t get home. Have to google how to bypass and then walk to car to test it out. PGP.

Older work buddy: You going anywhere this weekend? Me: The bar. PGP.

Too lazy to go out to the bar. Fixed myself up a couple dirty gin martinis and put on some ’70s soft rock instead. PGP.

Land at LAX. Shuttle to the parking lot almost takes longer than flight. PGP.

Lacking the energy to walk to the bar at the end of the week. PGP.

Watching HGTV and drinking scotch. PGP.