The end of a light
Based on my toolbar clock, I’m here early, today. Not a big surprise; I started the morning before my normal hour; the day feels like it has run its course, long before sundown or suppertime. Tomorrow should be a return to the usual “start late, finish early” schedule.
I decided to attack a long-running project, involving a tiny flashlight with a battery that had imploded. Turns out that waiting (for several years) won’t fix such a thing, so I got out the toolkit and tried to remove/restore. Finally ended up declaring the idea as a waste of effort and assigned the flashlight (one of those mini Maglites) to the bin outside. I can always order another, should the need for inefficient lighting come over me.
We also had one of those “Oh, no!” moments when the coffee machine showed signs of insufficient pressure. Thankfully, a few “rinse cycles” seem to have reset the world on its pivot point, and I can look forward to more coffee in the morning. We worry, a lot, about the loss of good coffee around here.
The rest of the afternoon has gone by quietly. Two more episodes of Riverdale, watched and stored away. An interesting series, albeit light years from the original graphic novels. We didn’t call them that, back when; they were comic books, plain and simple. It was lost to me and my gang that comic meant funny. Let’s face it, the DC of the month, or a Sgt. Rock, or even Jughead Jones carried few giggles into our lives. This was our way of learning about how rest of the world handled social issue.
