Four More Days

I woke up this morning and thought, "Elmer should be in Boston now. I need to make sure he's OK." But I was of course five days premature. Kimberly and I had talked about what we're going to do on Monday night, when Elmer should be hitting Boston around midnight our time and be getting to his new house by 2am or so. So it had entered my subconsciousness and confused my brain when it tried to wake…