As midnight has passed again it is apparent that I've never made the transition to daylight saving time this year. My perception of longer periods of time is also a bit screwed up, as I feel like it is later in the month than it is, but the month is not yet May. I'm not sure my brain has even gotten through April yet. The only thing convincing me that it probably isn't still March is that it's been so damned hot. It's supposed to get cooler later this week, and there's even a slight possibility of rain by late Wednesday, and then again early next week. That should play havoc with my perception of time.
Arranging to go see the cat trapped the other day who might be Jarhead is still on my list of things not yet done. That list is getting longer all the time, but I suppose that's to be expected when April has already happened and,once it starts raining, it might still be March. If the future will insist on intruding on the past it has only itself to blame when it gets neglected. Meanwhile, I'm trying to imagine what this experience of temporal disruption will be like when I've carbo-loaded beyond all reason. Especially on those nights when I have insomnia. Or drink too much.
Reality is taking its own sweet time going nowhere fast. I hate when that happens.