|Early morning surprise!|
Aaaaargh! How I hate daylight savings time! I have to worry all day the day before about remembering to reset the clocks. One year, I had no idea that the dreaded day had arrived until I read the Sunday morning funny papers and saw that Dagwood was running about trying to get all his clocks changed. At least that year, I didn’t have to waste time worrying about the tribulation in advance. The next ordeal is getting up a hour earlier for choir practice on Sunday morning. After working till midnight the evening before, I have trouble dragging myself to church in the best of times. Buoyed up by the prospect of beautiful music, I stumble around looking for a cup of tea and some clothes – trying to put them on in the right order – with shoes matching, and nothing that shouldn’t show showing. But take away another hour, and I am a stupefied wreck. Once there however, Jim, our choir director, and the wonderful music perk me right up, but that is a short lived fix, and lasts only till the end of Mass. By the time I get home from church, I once again feel like a logy automaton. By the time I get home from work that evening, I feel absolutely non-functional. Then a night of fretting about getting up the next morning for a dental appointment, and by Monday morning, I am battle-scarred, and in no shape to do anything. The previous evening, I had to worry about getting up and forgetting about the dental appointment completely, and in fact, to worry about getting up at all, so of course I had yucky dreams all night about the murder mystery I was reading before dropping off, and waking up every few minutes – or so it seemed – to reassure myself that it was not yet morning, nor was I really accompanying Inspector Wexford down into that disgusting pit. I woke up way too early – semi-woke up, I should say, and staggered to the dental office to relax in the dental chair, my worries over. Major task accomplished! I had gotten there in time, and afterward could go home and take a nice nap. Which I did. Today, life looks a lot rosier. The jet lag period is by, and now all I have to fret about is the possibility of snow.
My hygienist has a new gizmo – a light to detect signs of mouth cancer. Ick!