Divermarv

And it seems that perpetually this week. Last Sunday the continuing hubris of humanity again appeared to steal yet another hour from my life. Some will say that they will give it back when the cold weather starts to return, but I say… my body will have forgotten that by then. And probably just sleep through the repayment anyway.

Politicians blame it on the farmers. Farmers know the chickens, hogs, and cows don’t own watches. And the farmers will tell you there is an innate alarm clock that streams bright light into their collective faces, when it’s time. The farmers also know it’s the politicians who make silly rules such as this. And then can’t remember why, but it must have been important… don’t change it. And the stupid wheel keeps rolling.

Since I’ve retired one would think it wouldn’t matter what time the stove says it is. But c’mon. It does. My issue is that the microwave and stove can’t seem to agree. And the perceived feeling of lateness this brings. Every day. I wake, then look at the clock and think, ugh the day is fleeting, and I’m only on coffee number two.

I’m late! For what? The fact that big bro tells me to do a thing, and I just go along. That makes me feel late. Later than the regular late. Uh oh… look at the time. I’m… well, you know.

Peace and love.

Marv