What the heck does that mean?

I’ll tell you what it means. Tonight it’s going to be dark at 5:30 that’s what. And it means I don’t know what time it REALLY is. Although to be fair, we have now entered Daylight Time, but that doesn’t help me much. I’m still confused. I ate lunch at 10:30 because my stomach KNOWS it’s 11:30 and “feed me” was all it could articulate, not being in sync with the higher powers of time management. It’s going to take me weeks to get used to this. It’s just so typically “modern” to think we can fool around with the clock without repercussions, however subtle they may look on the surface.
And I am completely sure that I did NOT save any daylight since last April thank you very much !

I DID go out and clean out one of the raised beds this afternoon.
Yanked up volunteer blackberry vines and overgrown basil and pernicious crabgrass, plus some large healthy looking weed that the top part looked for all the world like a giant carrot plant. It was hiding just under the blackberry vine and just above the pernicious crab grass.

I brought in a pile of basil leaves and made Pesto. Dinner! Yum!

And for better or worse, I signed up for the NaNoWriMo write a novel in a month challenge. I must be stark raving mad, but I did it anyway. I have had an idea for a story for quite some time, and I figure, what the heck, let’s get something down on paper. I liked the idea of just writing like a crazed person and then worry about cleaning the mess up later. It’s so totally contrary to my usual careful step by step way of doing things, that I figure it might shock my inner critic into going on an extended vacation to some intense place like Hong Kong or something where she will have lots of other things to direct and criticize. “Good riddance, Bon Voyage, forget to write !”

And if I have a nervous breakdown, I am telling them to air freight me directly to Bookworm. I fully expect her to nurse me back to health, for I continue to assert…… “It’s all HER fault!”

(Love ya Booky dear)