Late last night, our clocks fell back an hour in time as prescribed by daylight saving time. Naturally, this morning I woke at my normal time, which is now an hour earlier than just yesterday.
I
tried sleeping in, but my mind flooded with thoughts about property taxes, magpies
eating animal fat, and Christmastime in the Philippines.
In
other words, my normal thinking.
Knowing
I would not sleep—no matter how long I flopped around trying to find a perfect
body position—I rolled out from bed and quietly dressed. After getting my old-timey coffee maker
brewing, I wandered out into the sunroom and flicked on the lights for a look.
Desiree
has nurtured something of a jungle-in-a-bottle thing in our sunroom. I have always like plants and this is an
equivalent to marrying them.
Good
stuff.
During
our long winter nights, I set a tall oscillating fan to work wiping air back
and forth across the glass at the outside corner of the all-window room to prevent
moisture from forming on the metal structure.
I
stood there watching the fan for an extended time. I think our year-long tomato plants are fond
of the fan. They waved back at the fan
every time an oscillation directed the fan toward them.
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