Sideline-ed by the light

Slip’s sliding along. (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

Ah, Monday. Such a cruel late. Bad design…must be human made.

But to pass on by would be tempting bait.

My greatest fear is looming…(“Too bad,” smirks the cat. “Too much dreaming when you should act.”)

But on March 11 – no matter if I claim my hands are numb, stuck, and refuse to obey – clock changed or not, it’s Daylight Saving, anyway.

Blame Ben Franklin, William Willett and the whole darn electrical industry (That includes you Prius, Volt, and starry-eyed TESLA – we know you are charged up about running more…but have you considered the draining of AC and loud road trip music on your battery stores?)

More daylight time for recreation, shopping, and little children credibly whining, “But it’s not time.”

Contrary to traditional phrasing, now it might be better to say, “Make hey while the dark shades.”

Oh, there’s a real post simmering until ready, but a recent notice made me feel a bit heady:

It’s been 7 years this blog has rambled and rumbled along

It wouldn’t any fun without you readers joining the chaos and songs.

So I thank you gratefully for all your visits

 And leaving something for a bit of a giggle (and who doesn’t need that these days?).

Here’s writer Susan Toy‘s personal life coach offering an instructive video to her and us as a refresher course.. (Ask any cat. Any of them will respond, “Humans need to just don’t get what is important in life or how to relax enough to recognize it when it swings your way…Oh, well, they are useful opening cans of food and doors…”)

Gathering up the sunny spots (And paw and claw waves from all of the Realm in appreciation of your kindness and visits)

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge