As I type these words, it’s seven o’clock in the morning and the sun still hasn’t risen. I asked the internet when the sun will rise and it told me 7:14 am. Then I looked out the window into utter and complete darkness and looked back at the internet. Refreshed the page. It still told me the sun will rise in fourteen minutes. I think the internet is having a little fun with me.
I had to work from the office yesterday. So did a friend. She stopped by my desk to say hello and catch up a little bit. It’s the first face-to-face conversation I’ve had with anybody other than my wife this month. I had a face-to-face conversation with my son last month, so it’s averaging out to one person other than My Darling B per month.
It’s not that I don’t get out of my house or talk to other people. I say hi to passers-by when I take a walk around the neighborhood, and ‘how you doing’ to the person at the store who checks me out, but I wouldn’t call that a conversation, and I’m not going to hang around in a store or stop to chat with a maskless neighbor just to have one.
Okay, it’s 7:14 am now and it’s light enough to see things when I look out the window. Still can’t see the sun, though. Maybe the internet thinks “sunrise” means something other than “when the sun is visible in the sky.”
Scuze me, I had to step away to wash the dishes, then make a cup of tea. It’s 8:32 am now and the sky is the color of stainless steel, a solid overcast, so that would explain the pitch blackness at seven o’clock. We’re not going to get to see the sun today. Maybe not tomorrow, either. And we might even get to see snow. Can’t wait.
This Is Drivel 