by those who know that I am more like my mother than my father. But a very odd experience a few moments ago. Cindi seemed to have things under control in the kitchen for dinner, so I went into the livingroom and stretched out in the recliner. Hands cupped behind the head, and legs crossed at the ankles. And it was between 4:30 and 5 p.m. Wearing my green sweater.
Flashback. My dad would invariably assume the exact same posture in his recliner between 4:30 and 5 each day (he got home just after 4, having started his day at 7). And I realized that I always lay like that in the recliner. How weird is that?