Time...Still Messing With Me!

The clock and the calendar have remained teamed up in their ongoing assault on my perception. Nothing makes sense anymore. Confusion is king.

I was rather looking forward to setting the clocks back this year. That extra hour on a Sunday is always such a delightful surprise since I never seem to remember to check on when it is I am supposed to perform this little miracle of time management. I suppose that this is why I was able to make so much progress on the spinning yesterday, now that I think of it.

Mostly, though, I was eagerly anticipating leaving for work in full daylight as opposed to stumbling out into the world in the dark. It's not that the dark is a bad thing, really. There are lots of neat things about the dark. It minimizes the laugh lines and helps to hide any stains that might have managed to find their way onto my shirt as I ready myself in the morning.

But, I can't help but worry about those pesky zombies. I know it's irrational. Yet, they could be out there and it has been a trial to venture out to face them as part of the opening ceremonies for my morning commute.

Now, logically, we all know that it is the daytime zombies that are really scary. They are, in fact 67% scarier. We have a deal with the creepy crawly things and they have all agreed to only terrorize us at night. The zombies, however, will shamble out at all hours, bold as brass. They don't care. They are not rule followers. Daytime is supposed to be for the living. It is our time for frolic and running errands. Not for running for our very lives.

But, for some reason, the nighttime zombies still scare me more. Crazy, I know. And the morning ritual of racing from the front door to the truck, hurling myself into the driver's seat, slamming the locks in place and still keeping most of the coffee in my travel cup was getting tiresome. The things a girl has to do to keep from being breakfast before she's even had a chance to her enjoy hers...

Despite this morning's light-filled benefits, though, I really just felt like I was running late.

Then there's the whole computer delivery thing. Ordering through the school was supposed to satisfy my need for instant gratification without having to use any more of that pesky credit that I have to use for truck repairs that I'm sure will be looming. (they always are...) Instead, it has been a wait of epic proportions. This is not fitting my definition of "instant gratification." I am now well over a month into my wait for my "instant gratification" and laptop.

According to the latest email from the much-harangued tech. guy (who has to be tired of the daily communications from various staff people who are also having gratification issues), the wait will go on. There are problems with monies owed the nice computer people from the school district, changes in contact people, (many of whom have differing opinions with regard to whether we owe money) and a rumor that all our machines are being upgraded to the newer operating system. I've stopped caring. Too much of my life has been sacrificed to The Wait. I have lost much of my Youthful Optimism to this endeavor. I will now be a Bitter, Haggard Old Sheep who does not believe in instant gratification. Or the sweet nothings murmured by tech. guys who just want the points they get from the computer company for big orders. I don't even believe in laptops anymore.

And The Very Thin Sock Yarn? It beat me again. My spinning of the threads that will one day be plied into the finest sock yarn to ever grace a sweaty foot is ongoing. I have not finished.

To those who offered their congratulations with regard to the amazing thin-ness of this yarn, I do feel that I should be up front and say that it is still under quite a bit of tension. I've been fooled by yarn before this way. It is thin and I am most proud of this, don't get me wrong...but it will floof out a bit once it is no longer being held in place by the bobbin and orifice. The true test of its skinny nature will come once it is plied. Will it retain it's svelte appearance? We can only hope...

On the plus side, I am fast running out of blue. If I am going to keep to the color sequence, I need blue. Hence, when the blue is gone, the spinning is done. This leads me to believe that the end is in sight.

But, I've been wrong one or two times before on this one.

So there you have it. I'm driving to school in full daylight each morning, risking contact with the Rule-Breaking-Daytime-Zombies, thinking I'm late most of the day, can't check the clock on my new computer and have no socks. This makes for an interesting day, if nothing else. And I suppose it gives me one or two things to look forward to.

Except the zombie part. I don't look forward to the zombies. Unless they come bearing my new computer.

SA