David vacantly goes for a jog, which turns into a walk, which turns
into standing still on the sidewalk while something that might be a
pair of headlights passes him. he looks up; looks forward; starts
walking again; can't remember where he is going. another jogger
passes, says something. David says something. he turns around, goes
home, starts writing something about his cat and thinks 'tomorrow is
monday.' he walks to his bedroom and looks at his sleeping wife and
wants to cry and can't.