calendarlike precision

Thanks to the discipline of daily habit, my hands and jaws performed their accustomed tasks, but my mind was in a condition alternately comatose and chaotic, so much so that it was a matter of surprise to me when I found my eyes resting on the bones of my sole and the sloppery trail of a departed omelette.

Since getting divorced, I’ve been going to bathhouses because I’m interested in exploring an alternative lifestyle.

This is not, however, merely another addition to the annals of Trumpology.