Writes all the things. Most of the things never write back.
Did you ever take a calendar off the wall to look up some future dates, think “Hey, it’s ALMOST March; in a little more than twelve hours,” put the calendar back on the wall set to March, and then take it back down and hang it back up set to February, because IT ISN’T MARCH YET?
It’s probably just me.
I think I’m gong to start doing this at home before I start doing it in restaurants.
This is about the time that I remember we’ll be leaping forward to Daylight Saving Time in two weeks, and that I should try to start going to bed earlier and getting up earlier now, so it doesn’t hit me all at once.
(I hate getting up earlier.)
Some go into training for the Olympics. I go into training for Daylight Saving Time.
Genius.
Of course the tools matter. But in the end, it’s not about the tools.
I talked with my cats, and they assure me that Mice-A-Roni is absolutely a thing, and they want me to buy them some.
Somewhere in my house is the other half of a purple felt-tip pen. Nothing as simple as I have the cap and not the body, or vice versa. No, this one was broken in half. I am looking for a suspect with purple teeth or purple paws. He should be considered armed and colorful.
I know exactly where to find the other half of my broken purple felt-tip pen, if I think about it a little bit. Where would be the worst possible place to have a massive purple stain? Start looking there.
“What we’ve got to do, Darth – can I call you Darth? is rebrand you. Call it Darth 2.0. Happier. More upbeat.”
Sea wolf.
Sea wolf swim.
Swim, wolf, swim.
Photo of B.C. sea wolf honoured by National Geographic
Yes, it is.
(This is the day I launched the web site, and this was the first post. There are other, earlier posts posted here that I’ve given the day they were created in other places such as Facebook or a Twitter.)