Reset Forty-Nine, Day Two Hundred Eighty-Nine

It just dawned (see what I'm about to do here?) on me that Daylight Saving Time has begun. A fairly long sleep Saturday evening which proved difficult to end despite repeated distressing wakings with remembered fragments of bad dreams led to my eating Saturday's dinner for today's breakfast, which I finished only a short time ago. When I notice that daylight is here just as I swig the last of my Guinness I know that something strange has happened. I opened a bottle of tamarind flavored Jaritos and mixed a bit with some plain sparkling water and a shot of vodka by way of celebration/mourning/confusion and will call it dessert. I already had some cake before dinner, because everything is back-asswards in my life anyway.

Saturday's potential for rain was never fulfilled. Today's potential is supposed to be greater, so maybe we'll get some. I might be awake for part of it at least. Morning has found me gasping for significance. Anything? Nope, nothing. Well, there's the unwelcome news that eight days hence we could get a high of eighty degrees, but I'd rather not even think about that, let alone talk about it. I think I'd like to talk about what I was doing sixty years ago but damn, I've forgotten. Probably just a well. It would probably make me weep.


( Sunday Verse )