To be honest, I have no idea.
But I thought it odd to see a clown, in full makeup and costume (big red shoes and all), cross Division Street on Sunday afternoon. And I have to say that the first question that popped in my mind was not the title of this post, but was instead “Where is his coat?” This, dear friends, is conclusive proof I am turning into my mother. It was after all negative zero degrees, according to the bank clock on the way to church. Negative zero, by the way, is a curious temperature. Didn’t we learn that zero is neither negative or positive? Isn’t it just zero? So confusing. And damn cold.
Oh my, it’s a mirage
I’m tellin’ y’all it’s a sabotage
I am a terrible self-saboteur. I torment myself, mostly in the form of not going to bed. Case in point:
I went to Chesterton this weekend to visit Bobby & Paige, who are back from Texas. I felt a responsibility to attend church at my parish in the city, having several meetings and brunch with a friend post-Liturgy. The natural breaking point seemed to be leaving when everyone went to Vespers, but I didn’t anticipate the newly-instituted Happy Hour and ended up a little tipsy for church. After returning home, Bobby kept telling me to stay and tried to seal the deal by opening another bottle of wine. We watched a movie and at 10:30 I packed up my stuff to return to the city. Bobby stared at me in disbelief. “Just so you know, I do realize this is crazy,” I said to him. “Yeah, it is,” he replied. “I don’t really understand it.”
I got home close to midnight and considering that I had to get to church early for choir practice, one might think I would head straight to bed. Nope. One-thirty. AM. Ridiculous. I wasn’t even doing anything worth mentioning!
Sigh.
Sunday night. I am tired. I have to get up early in the morning to make copies and prepare for a meeting. You think I would go to bed early. Do I? Sure don’t! I stay up an hour and a half after my planned bed time. I don’t think I ever woke up today.
Then there is tonight. What am I doing now? Am I getting ready for bed? No, of course not. I am lying on the couch, watching TV and writing this blog. I think I am going to sleep a little later than I usually do tomorrow morning. I ain’t gots no meetings. Holla!
Oh my. This is what happens when I don’t sleep . . .