Hovering over me all night was some kind of spirit. I didn’t know who or what it was, but it made me uncomfortable. When I got up in the morning, I felt drained and beaten. I looked around, but there was nothing there. I needed something, but I didn’t know what, a rock, something to bang my head against. I drank a glass of water, then another glass, then another. Then I felt a fly buzzing inside me. I needed to kill it. I stood on my head and managed to spit him out. Then I walked into a wall and fell down. I lay there for a while dreaming I was in a bumper car, banging this way and that. Then I stood up, shaking my head. I walked to the couch and sat down. Everything was clear and bright. I was OK now. I looked out the window. A dark cloud came over. I sat there twiddling my thumbs. I knew I was supposed to do something, but I couldn’t remember what it was. Oh, yes, I was supposed to buy my mother a birthday present today. I tried to think of something. I could buy her a parrot, or a monkey, or a snake. None of them seemed right, because my mother had been dead for ten years, or was it twenty? Oh well, forget about the present. I was supposed to do something else, but what was it? I was supposed to go to work, that’s it! But what was my job? I didn’t know. A carpenter? A plumber? I didn’t think so. I went back to twiddling my thumbs. I was pretty good at it, but nobody was going to pay me. I decided not to worry about it. Maybe I was senile. I knew my name and address. I didn’t think so. I knew my mother’s birthday. I was an out-of-work genius! There was a knock on the door. “Hello Jack.” “Hi Bob.” “Have you got your golf clubs?” “Oh yes, I’ll get them.” And so we played golf and everything was back to normal.