Sunday Reveal

6:22 AM

I Can Do Fine Without Daylight Savings Time …  

“Why Are We Bamboozled Into Believing We’ve Saved Daylight Twice A Year?”

It’s Not Like We’re Making A Deposit In A Daylight Bank.  I’m Getting 11 Hours And 35 Minutes Of Daylight Today.  About The Same As Yesterday.

A Couple More Minutes Of Sun Tomorrow.  Fine, The Days – Daylight – Are Getting Longer.  We’ve Earned It.  The Sun Kind Of Owes Us, Right?  What I’m Thinking After This Crapola Winter In My Scratch Of The Western Hemisphere.



I’m Not … Doing Anything Different.

It’s Morning.  Dark As Night Outside.  The Sun’s Down.  Sleeping.  

I’m Up.  Partially Awake While I Write This.  About That.

So, Yeah, I’m Doing My Part Scribbling By Candlelight …



Whoop-De-Freakin’-Do.  La-Di-Freakin-Da.

“Forty-One Minutes Later … I’m Enjoying A Second Doppio Espresso.  In A Pretty Yellow Cup.  Some Of It Spilled On My Leg And The Floor As I Sashayed To My Desk Through The Kitchen.” 

I’m Feeling Damn Good.  Just Listened To Juanes Singing La Camisa Negra.  The Black Shirt.  That Got Me Shuffling … And Spilling … 

And, Thinking (Unrelated) About … An Old Beater Pick-Up Truck.  My Dog.  A Plot Of Scrub To Grow Veggies Next To A Shitty, Worn Down Trailer With A Leaky Roof I Don’t Own And Probably Never Will.



To Procrastinate On Making Kuched-Up Chilli … A Hellacious 10-Quart Pot For The Ragazzi.  An Almost Monthly Tradition For When The Boys Come Over Later.

“Which Is What I’m Doing Because The Unnecessary Changing Of The Clocks – Bumping Up The Time By An Hour – Has Me Slightly More Messed Up And Way Off Schedule Than I Am Normally.”

But, There You Go.  My Sunday Reveal.  Cool Is Right.

I May Write Something Later.  Check In.  If Not, Read Some Of My Old Stuff Back In Late 2018, Early 2019.  Perhaps, You’ll Laugh.  Smile, At Least.   Thanks, Amici.


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