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The clock says it’s 7:22, but the clock lies. Or my body does. I wish all to heck that governments would quit trying to pretend they can add or subtract time from the day.

The “fall back” change is usually the easier of the two, but today the sky is leaden, there’s no warmth in the air, and the rain will be settling in any moment. I’m still lying slug-a-bed and would happily remain that way were it not for Ava and the cat staring so accusingly.

With the aid of a space heater I’ve managed to get my sleeping nook to a not-quite-toasty 65 degrees (instead of the 59 it’s been falling to lately; need more attic insulation) and I’m not ready yet for the household critters to win their silent argument that it’s time for breakfast, attention, and (for Ava) walkies.


Yesterday was a break from the long binge of writing and editing — if by “break” you mean moving spare doors, drywall, furniture, and paint cans around so you can prep walls and ceilings for the next round of home improvement. Not to mention the stress of wondering where all the tools and spare supplies will reside once the final room has been turned into a livable space, rather than a place to store bathtubs and operate the chop saw.

The Wandering Monk did the heavy lifting as usual, but I was and am beat. A lot of the day was spent on ceilings. I hate working on ceilings.

Well, mostly. Actually, now that the Monk patched a couple rotted sections of the bedroom-to-be’s crude old wood and we stapled the vapor barrier in place, I’m looking forward to the next (solo) round of ceiling work: installing tongue-and-groove pine. This is “even a girl can do it” work, and it’s a project that can be done an hour here, half a morning there. It creates gratifying, aesthetically pleasing results, besides. (Pix to come, I promise; as soon as there’s something more interesting to show than plastic sheeting.)

Alas, pretty progress and pix must wait. I promised a book chapter. And a 350-word marketing blurb. Meanwhile, the four-leggeds are winning the staring contest, so I must get up and go …


  1. larryarnold
    larryarnold November 8, 2017 10:33 am

    The one clock I haven’t had time to reset is also a lighting timer. Therefore I have to change both the clock and the timer settings, since the sun doesn’t pay attention to what my silly clocks say.

    Personally, I find plastic vapor barriers very interesting. 😉

  2. MamaLiberty
    MamaLiberty November 8, 2017 11:48 am

    Oh, I hate the time change. If you want to see my rant on it:

    Did the bedroom clock Sunday at bedtime, since that’s one I look at a lot. Woke up at 1:30 AM Monday and could not get back to sleep. I hate when that happens, and it almost always happens at the time change. Grumble, grumble.

    Thank goodness the computer and my tracfone adjust automatically, but it has taken me until now to change all the clocks on the kitchen stuff. I don’t understand why there needs to be a clock on the microwave, the toaster oven, and the coffee maker. Each time I promise myself I’ll ignore them, but I never manage to do so for more than a day or two. Then, this afternoon when I went out to the grocery store, I realized I’d forgotten to change my watch. Not that it matters a whole lot. I’ve gone a week or better without even finding the darn thing. LOL

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