Winter's Nap

What with falling asleep after dinner, waking up around midnight, then falling asleep again at six or seven o'clock in the morning, I could be working a split shift somewhere. Maybe I'm possessed by the ghost of a waitress who spent her life working in a 24-hour coffee shop. I've spent enough time in such places myself to know what to do. I could work the dinner rush and then come back for bar dawn (2:00 AM in California.) But then there are no such coffee shops within miles of this place. And there's no guarantee that I'll keep sleeping in split shifts, so there's no point in moving to some place that does have 24-hour coffee shops.

Anyway, I get dopey after sleeping only three or four hours, so I'd probably end up spilling hot coffee on some angry drunk. Then I'd get no tip. Plus I'd have to be smelling all those eggs people eat in coffee shops at that time of day, and I don't like the smell of eggs. Life would bite more than it does now. I guess I'll just stay here and put up with my weird schedule while drawing no benefit from it.

It sure would be nice to have a jukebox to play at times like this, though.

Dull

Tiny birds are flocking about this afternoon. I don't know what species they are, but given their numbers they must be horny little devils. Combined into one bird they'd probably make a respectable emu. As small as they are, they'd offer a splendid opportunity for a Lilliputian Hitchcock. I pity the local insects, if that's what they eat. And while they're fun to watch, I'd still rather see those flocks of waterfowl that haven't turned up this year. What have you done with my geese, Canada?

The false spring continues. Now I've got some irises blooming, and the buds on the peach tree are getting bigger. It's very strange that it's warm enough for flowers to bloom, but still cold enough that the air smells of wood smoke from all the fireplaces people have going. It's supposed to reach the mid-60s on Sunday, though it should cool off a bit next week. There's even a slight chance of rain on Thursday, but I'll be surprised if any actually falls. Today there aren't even any clouds, so there probably won't be one of then nice, vividly red sunsets we've had the last couple of days. This is a pretty dull winter so far.

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My head is as dull as the winter. I got distracted and forgot to post this entry for two hours. I'm sure there was something else I was going to say, too, but now I've forgotten it.

And I was right about the sunset. Dull.