I think quantum physics is whack because time is clearly a construct and yet daylight savings time somehow affects my reality so far as to make me exhausted, grouchy, and late for work. I want a refund on this.
Thus, while I slept late like an angry toddler — make no mistake, I was angry about waking up — it was foggy enough on our walk as to make it feel earlier than it was, which did not help with the daylight savings time jetlag an hour later when it felt like 10 a.m but was only 8 a.m. and how does that work, anyway?
A later start also meant more people circling Lake Ella which also made me grouchy, and so I suppose today is just going to be a grumpy, grouchy day. I don’t even like being grouchy!
Keely is avoiding the whole thing (the “whole thing” being “me”) by sleeping on our bed, enjoying getting dog hair all over the freshly laundered blankets. Yesterday afternoon was taken up with doing several massive loads of laundry at the laundromat, and come to think of it, maybe that is the real reason I’m grouchy today.
Laundromats, I’ve realized late in life, are hell-scapes for me. I do not consider myself a very sensitive person overall, but as I sat there yesterday stewing in the heat and the noise and the machine vibrations and the people, I was struck by the thought that if there is a Hell, then mine will look just like that. They are pots of anxiety stew for me. No wonder I’ve always hated doing laundry, the place gives me a miniature nervous breakdown.