I slept waaay in this morning. It’s almost 11 now, but it doesn’t feel that late at all because I haven’t even been awake for 12 hours.

It was a very relaxing day. I had to get a couple of things from Hy-Vee, and I decided to walk there because it’s only like 7 blocks, it was warm out, and I didn’t need to get anything heavy. On my way back, I saw a man lying on a lawn. It was very strange. He had one hand on his chest and the toes of his cowboy boots were pointing straight up at the sky. I was on the opposite side of the street, but I was very concerned about whether he was dead or just napping.

Argument 1: He was napping.
Points in Argument 1’s favor:

• The hand that wasn’t on his chest was behind his head, so his elbow was pointing up at the sky too, just like his cowboy boot toes.
• It was pretty nice out, so presumably someone might like to nap in the front yard.
• It’s a busy enough street, and enough people were out gardening and walking dogs and stuff that someone probably would have seen or heard when he fell to the ground, if it had been a heart attack or something.

Argument 2: He was unconscious, having suffered some sort of trauma
Points in Argument 2’s favor:

• He was lying directly on the lawn, not on a blanket or in a hammock or anything.
• The hand-clutching-chest thing.

I think he must have just been sleeping, because Denny and I went out to the landscaping store just a few minutes later, and the guy was gone. Either he woke up and got up or someone hauled him to the hospital.

It’s funny how that unconcious cowboy doesn’t even know that he’s the star of a post on the real live Internet. Art surrounds us, people. Live and love, I command you.