Underway

There was something underway that Rock could not possibly hope to understand. He knew he couldn't find his glasses and that his cat Jo wanted out, but nothing else was clear. It seemed as if an official from Oaklawn Park had tried to tell him something about a race he had overlooked, or something like that.

One other thing he knew was that he was hungry. Was it Saturday morning? It was. He hadn't missed work. There was plenty of time to eat, sleep, and drive to the racetrack. There were shards of a broken lampshade all around the door to his kitchen. Rock knew he could take care of that matter in the daylight.