March 2016 – Fifty-Fifty

Delusional Saving Time

One of the wenches sent me a text asking when to we put our clocks forward.

WE? There ain’t no freaking we, silly wench! I live in the real world. I don’t believe in the delusion that believe you can cut one end off a blanket and sew it onto the other end and get a longer blanket. I’m crazy but I ain’t delusional.

My clocks don’t fall forward or spring back. They always say it’s Noon when Grandfather Sun is at his highest. I don’t do Delusional Saving Time.

When I’m forced to leave the real world and enter the delusional world, I humour the crazies and show up an hour early.

Spring Harvest

Looks like the spring cat hair harvest is going to be a bumper crop this year. I fired up the harvester yesterday. I barely made it down the hall before the collection bin full light came on.

I need to have a talk with the Eureka Vacuum Harvester folks about make the collection bin bigger. Or, maybe they have a baling attachment.

Anyone know the price cat hair is bringing in this year?

Sounds of Silence

I’ve never, ever Twitted. My Nook ereader came with a Twit app. Some night when I must have been extremely freakin bored, I registered a Twit account. But I came to my senses later and never used it.

Today I opened the app and discovered I have a follower on Twit. I guess someone likes the sounds of silence.

Now I’m worried if I Twit, I’ll drive away my sole follower. Even more worrying is that I’m following someone. I do know of that person but I never followed her.