Time to play that semi-annual game of “how many goddamn clocks do we have in this house, anyway?” Soon to be followed by a round of “how to I change the clock on the car stereo?” I think I’ve managed to catch almost all of them – especially the ones that matter – the thermostats, water heater timer and coffee maker. I need my fake coffee and hot water in the morning. I don’t seem to be suffering any ill effects from the time change, though I did stay in bed until much later than usual (not that I wasn’t awake; my brain was making too much noise and I had to put the ear buds in and listen to some Pumpkin Radio). Now I’m trying to muster up the ambition to head out to Pixley for the weekly supplies.

I wish I could sit down and explain things to animals. Like, I’d like to talk to the mice and tell them to just stay away from the house so I don’t have to kill them. I mean, I wouldn’t really even mind them just staying in the basement if they’d just go outside to shit and piss. It’s kind of icky to find mouse turds floating in the cobwebs down there. I’d also like to explain to my dog why it isn’t a good idea to come in and lay down directly behind my office chair, because I really don’t want to roll over him (also, if you see me coming, either get up before I have to step over you, or after I’ve gone by, but please don’t get up while I stepping over you). And if I could explain to the cats that the dogs won’t chase them if they just wouldn’t run, they’d be much happier. Since they chase each other around, I don’t know why they seem to get so bent out of shape when the dogs chase them.

Oh well, time to get going. There’s an hour less of the weekend to get in before the dreaded arrival of Monday morning.