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It could have been worse. Today, I mean. Somebody could have told us to set our clocks ahead another hour; that would have been worse. Or it could have been raining, which would also have been marginally worse. As it happened, it was just another Monday, but one with extra daylight at the end of it, to make up for the fact that I was sound asleep when the phone rang this morning with the latest manufactured crisis I was forced to solve. That’s me, a naturally grumpy superhero.
Even though it was a Monday, it turned out to be better than yesterday. Somehow I blindly arranged things so that I had to get up long before I was ready on a Sunday morning. That’s because I spent Saturday night chopping vegetables. (Didn’t everyone?) In order to have the crock pot minestrone ready in time to eat at a decent hour, I had to get up and get it started. Not that there is such a thing as a decent hour on the first day of daylight saving, of course.
But I did it, and by the time I had the crock pot going I was awake anyway, so I didn’t bother going back to bed. That was pretty much my only accomplishment yesterday, but I did get a lot of reading done. I haven’t had a lot of time to do that lately, so it was a good way to spend a day when I didn’t feel like getting out of the recliner anyway.
Then last night, just as one of my favorite TV shows was starting, the power went out. I wasn’t as upset about the program, which I knew I could watch later on line, as I was about the fact that I’d just added the whole wheat rotini to the minestrone and turned it up to high for the last twenty minutes. Fortunately, the crock pot didn’t lose much heat, and I just left it in a little longer, then ate in the dark. Some places call that “ambience.” I call it “dark.” |
