I keep doing the math. The clock says 9:41 and I add an hour and think, "But it's really 10:41," and why? Why don't I just accept the 9:41 and get on with it?
I have no idea. I imagine we all do this for at least a few days after the clocks change.
I just made and ate the hugest omelet. It only had two eggs but it also had about half a bag of spinach and half an onion and a bunch of mushrooms and...bacon. You should see my kitchen. It looks like I just made Thanksgiving dinner. For lunch I plan on eating birthday cake at Waylon's party.
I'm going to hell.
Bring the forklift.
It's so beautiful here this morning. Blue fall sky and cooler and so very quiet. Even the hog dogs aren't talking. Even the chickens are going about their workday very quietly.
My pet chickens.
They don't seem to want to have anything to do with the pumpkin this year. It just sits there grinning it's progressively softer grin. Maybe if bugs really take up residence and maggots result, they'll eat those. I have a whole new perspective on maggots since acquiring chickens. I think that maggots mostly just have a branding issue. They should hire a new ad agency. If they changed their name from "maggots" to something like "Tasty Squirmy Treats" people might not hate them as much.
Well, it's another theory.
Anyway, here it is, Sunday morning. The clock says 10:01 now but really, it's 11:01 or no, actually, it IS 10:01 and I need to go clean up the kitchen and get the spinach out of my teeth and get ready to go to Waylon's birthday party.
For your enjoyment, I offer you something that makes me smile. I posted the precursor to this commercial a few months ago and I am delighted they have made a new one with the same cast of characters.
It's Sunday. Be comfortable, y'all.