Go to Bed, Kevin

After getting home between 8:30-9 p.m. from visiting my mother Sheila at rehab, I called my sister Heather to talk about some of Mom's care, ate dinner, talked to Val a few minutes and, of course, dozed off on the couch a couple of times before feeding Walker Evans, then dozed off again and woke up at about midnight.
As I went to bed, I looked out the front door and saw an all-white truck in front of the house, which looked like it was covered in something. "Oh, my gosh, did it snow? Do I have to shovel tomorrow morning?" I thought, until I realized A)It was the white truck of our next-door neighbor, musician Jim Whitford, and B)It is August 30.
Man, do I need sleep.