CJ’s life read like a country song. His kids had married and moved away, his wife had passed seven years earlier and his dog, almost ninety in human years, was on his last leg. But CJ still had his job.
During his career he had only called in sick three times. He loved his job. Now, however, with a recent onset of unexplained memory loss he had doubts. Should a lapse in memory happen while working, it could cost him his job or much worse. Yesterday he had forgotten to lock his deadbolt, and when he arrived home tonight the coffeepot was still on.
“Good job CJ! burn your house down!” he thought as he scoured the remains of charred coffee from the bottom of the pot. He tried to remember how to clean a burned coffee pot before giving up. Fetching his laptop, he searched his documents, and found the article he was looking for. Before closing his lap top he glanced down at the no “internet connection” reminder.
“Yeah, yeah, so what’s new.”
Following his every move, his old dog Ryker reminded him that he needed to be walked.
“ I know..c’mon boy”
They returned inside a short time later.
After Feeding his Golden retriever, CJ fixed himself a plate of left -over’s, a flank steak, tater tots and a vegetable medley. One tot sailed into Ryker’s mouth before he sat down in his lazy boy. As he drank a beer he caught the evening news and weather report.
“Huh! Check that out Ryker.” The dog lifted his eyes to CJ, got up, and placed his head in CJ’s lap.
“Snow coming tonight. Just a dusting probably” he rubbed Ryker’s head.
CJ turned off the TV, walked into a spare bedroom converted to a workshop.
Turning on the overhead fluorescent, he opened a nine volt, hooked some wires to it and stuck a detonator in a small lump of white putty. He completed his work forty minutes later stacking four packages on the kitchen table.
At 6am, his alarm buzzed him awake. CJ looked out his blinds to watch a steady fall of snow. The first layer had nearly melted although in other parts of his yard, they were accumulating.
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