I should be sleeping at this fine hour, however, since the brain lost control over the power switch, I remain awake at 1:45 am. As I work out the kinks on my books and try to tame down other creative outlets crying for help, I hear the Ice Cream truck making its rounds. Hmm, just a thought, how many children are awake at this hour? Why didn’t the Ice Cream Dude or Dudette receive the memo on the cut off time? A little side note, it is not only questionable, but trying to put things in perspective on future considerations on the normal operating hours.
Part of me wants to go out and stop the truck midstream and investigate its existence, or call the authorities, while another part craves for a red, white and blue popsicle; o.k. goodnight.