I forgot to wind our chiming clock, which belonged to my grandmother and now it is chiming off time. That is, you have to add four hours and forty-five minutes when it chimes (at night, the verbs is more like gongs) the hour. I actually add five hours and take away 15 minutes because it’s easier – also easier that sitting through many gongs to get the time to match. (This is not a smart computer clock.)

This, in itself, does not really suck . . . a word that I find myself using although it makes me uncomfortable when I see myself using it in print. I think my father would prefer I express myself in a different manner. Getting on with the story, the part that really is a pain in the neck (sucks) is when I am listening to to seven chimes because it is a quarter to midnight and I am up because I fell asleep in a long evening nap. I actually dreamed and woke up thinking it was morning. HA! Zee whole night is ahead. At least there is cable TV and Netflix and DVD’s – just the other day I was horrifying my granddaughter with tales of three channels, the National Anthem and the test pattern screen. It is too much for her to imagine.

I think I’ll just get a diet soda – hey, accept and embrace the situation, have caffeine . . . and maybe a foldover.