Standard Time has come and gone. Now, Daylight Savings Time is upon us with its long days leaking into the night. I can't fight the compulsion to do weird math. I subtract an hour all day long reminding myself of the "real time" because I don't accept change all that well. It's 7:45 (but really, it's 6:45) and I can still see the silhouettes of the trees as I write this. The days will only get longer from here on out.
Michael and I enjoyed one of those weekends with each other that I wouldn't trade for anything. It wasn't spectacular, mostly just a matter of good food and the ease of being with someone you really want in your life. We floated through the weekend, leisurely preparing dinner and then watching a good movie. On Sunday we cruised a nearby neighborhood and community garden and then later we strolled through our own neighborhood.
I coddled Tiny Monster who seemed to be under the weather. He must have been because he let me put him in just about any position and then stayed that way long enough for me to snap his picture. The only time he fussed even a little was when I layed him out on the picnic table and started to arrange flowers over him as if he were dead. He was still until the flower part. Michael must have thought that I was going a little too far because he left me alone with my morbid little diversion.
I got mint and a pepper plant plant in the ground. We ate guacamole and chips. I wrote this and now it's nearly time for bed. That is the way of Daylight Savings Time.