Places to go, people to be

My wife says I live in a fictional world. Aside from the fact that we all do - reality is a fiction, truth is a matter of the imagination, phenomenology, and all that - she's probably right. When we went to see her family I was slightly more adrift from reality than usual (six hours sleep, three-hour drive, hormonal) like "I love you and I love your family but please know that I will mostly be thinking about pirate ladies kissing." She was very "I'd expect nothing less" about it. In fairness to our dynamic she is very much the will-o'the-wisp, away with the fairies one, and I am the more practical. So on the occasion I need to tap out of reality she can take a period of holding down the fort. When you're a bit tired that bleed is more obvious. Tiredness is scientifically similar to drunkenness, and like Hemingway said, write drunk and edit sober. That disinhibition is useful. Plus, I tend to have a lot of ideas when I'm driving. There's something about being in motion. Also that…