Time change and looking forward to time

Monday is my day off,

well for now it is,

we’ll see what the future holds,



I don’t know if the time change,

has been giving you all,

a hard time,


around here,

it’s been kicking our butts.

Mom is out of whack


so am I.

Long working hours,

this week,


a Saturday dinner,

with my favourite anarchist,

didn’t help with the sleep patterns,


it sure brought my morale up.

What a treasure he is,

don’t know what I’d do without him,

I’d rather not think about that,

how I will see him less,

once the shop is closed


The numbers for this week,

are pretty amazing,

another week like that,


maybe I could be out for April 1 st,

which would be excellent,

the landlord could rent for the 1 st.

I’ll try,

it would save me money,


give me more time,

which is what I am craving,

time to walk,

time to sleep,

time to take mom,

to a movie or two,

time to write,

time to think,

without stress,

without money worries,


for a little while anyway.

I’m gonna try,

it may be possible,

I won’t put pressure on myself,

enough of that,

worst case scenario,

I’m finished for April 15 th,


that isn’t a problem.

Needless to say,

I haven’t much time,

or energy,

for anything ressembling,



or even light reading, when it comes to that

a few pages before sleep.

Still reading Sasoon,

fine writer,

love his stuff.

The Memoirs of a Fox Hunting Man,

brings you back,

to pre WW I times,

to an England,

that would be changed forever.

I have no doubt,

I will enjoy,

the second installment,

even more,


I like this one.

Not very far in it,

the young George (Sassoon’s alter ego)

is a lonely sweet boy,

good thing he has Dixon,

the groom,

to show him about horses and hunting,

his Aunt Evelyn,

his guardian,

is a lovely woman but,

a little,



One thing you can be sure,

I will do,

once I get some time-


in the parks,

in the cafes,



whatever I feel like


I hope the world,


the time change,

is being kind to all of you.

Later girls,





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Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my very early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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