Argle Bargle

Good gravy, had to get used to standing on my feet for hours again, not to mention the alarm back to going off at 530a. In the spring the birds help you get out of bed, for the hormonal robins start yelling hey baby just before sunrise. During these winter days, the only thing awake at that hour are people coming home from an all nighter and they aren't particularly cheery. I've run into them in the elevator.

Me: Good Morning!
Them: grnfx

I spent Sunday with Scott, we went to see The Reader at the last large cinema in town, the North Park. It has a large circular opening in the ceiling painted with golden chariots and people in vaporous togas, surrounded by plaster doodly-doos that look like meringue. The seats are old, the paneling of wood, and the concession stand pops its own corn. Really fun, cash only.

Then, Monday morning hit, glazed in ice from the west. The city wasn't too bad, but other regions lost power and everyone slid sideways on the roads. Dark when I leave, dark at return. The sun set at 4:57 pm today. By Friday, it will not set until 5pm, which means we gain three minutes of daylight this week. It don't take much, folks, to make me happy. Pop that Vitamin D, brethern.

Not much to report, and I am numb from acclimating children back to a schedule. Just like me, they have to wait to go to the bathroom, get water, have lunch. Life. Argle bargle.

I can't wait to hit that pillow tonight. My bones are tired and want to be still. Tomorrow I get yelled at by my doctor for not getting blood work, not losing weight (she wants me to weigh what I weighed in high school. I think one of my legs may be eligible), and not going for a colonoscopy. Brrr. Well, has to be done, but tonight, I sleep. You too. Night.