The rider and the ridden

The difficulty lies in learning that we ourselves encompass forces equally great. We say, “I will,” and “I will not,” and imagine ourselves (though we obey the orders of some prosaic person every day) our own masters, when the truth is that our masters are sleeping. One wakes within us and we are ridden like beasts, though the rider is but some hitherto unguessed part of ourselves.
― Gene Wolfe, Shadow & Claw

Not yet

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.

In training

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.

Purple felt-tip pen

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.