I have been having fitful, weird, under-the-weather sleep patterns the past few days.

After the proverbial night of the toss and the turn, I woke at dawn and fixed a small snack to leave for the Elderly Relative, as it is done daily. I took a banana from the snack hiding place (don’t ask) and put it in the kitchen.

I then went back to bed, turning on the Marc Maron WTF podcast. After fitfully dozing off, I came to in time to hear the interviewee say

They don’t work that hard. It’s not that hard a gig. Every three weeks they get a week off. And then they get like two weeks off at Thanksgiving and two weeks off at Christmas and then they’re off for seven months.

In my groggy state, I sat both upright and said aloud: “Why do bananas get so much time off? They just exist to get eaten.”

Obviously, in my semiconscious state, I had applied bananas as the subject of the story I was hearing. Even when I fully woke and was getting ready for work, I couldn’t not think about those slacking bananas.

[Even typing it now, I still feel these weird remnants of whatever banana epic that stewed in my subconscious.]

For lunch, I had a piece of banana cream pie, and felt pleasure, if not a sense of closure.

The interviewee (if you are still with me and still care) was Dave Foley, former Kid in the Hall. He was not talking about bananas — he was relating a tale of how two of his KITH cohorts were lured to New York to work for Saturday Night Live. In the snippet I heard, he was talking about how the supposed grueling SNL work schedule was a myth.

Are SNL actors made of banana? Investigation: open!