Displaced

Doing most of the shopping on Friday backfired on me. Returning from my shortened trip today I thought I had time to sit on the couch a few minutes before going to the computer, and I ended up falling asleep for three hours. I woke not knowing the time of day, and uncertain of the day itself, mistaking the pale evening light for morning. By the time I gathered my thoughts the east was brighter with the onset of moonrise than the west was with the afterglow of sunset. Then the realization that I was confronting a truncated Sunday night dismayed me, and I still feel disoriented.

The only good thing is that nobody is getting murdered on PBS tonight, so I don't have to watch television (I hate to miss seeing it when British people murder one another on PBS.) There is still watering to be done in the front yard, but it won't have to wait until eleven o'clock, and thus dinner won't have to wait until midnight. I'll have bright moonlight for the watering, and crickets for company, and I'll get to feel cool for a while. Dinner will have to be something cool, too, as the house is still hot. Strange how I feel sunburned even though I'm not.


( Sunday Verse )