Death and Mayhem.
Well it is a Tuesday morning here where I am. It is probably Tuesday, although it may not be morning, where you are. Maybe it is already Wednesday ... no wait a minute it could still be Monday somewhere... stand by, or sit if you prefer while I check my Associate Press Stylebook to see if I can figure out what I am writing about.
It is around 9:00 AM here, means it is 2:00 PM GMT and another 12 hours later, at the International Date Line, where it would be 2:00 AM Wednesday (give or take an hour). That means if it is 9:00 AM where I am, it is no longer Monday for anyone else, but it might be Wednesday somewhere. Of course that also means it is 5:00 somewhere... Okay I know that is already the title to a country song.
Since I have the day off from work, I have decided to take the opportunity to get back up to speed with my writing. I have been working my way through a dark and slimy morass of feelings that had me feeling more down than usual. This led to paucity in my writing output. If things go according to plan, all you wonderful pen pals out there that have not received a letter from me in a while will soon have something directly from me in your snail mail box.
This of course could also turn into a false promise, as I could end up throwing in the towel and simply spend the rest of the day laying on my bed reading.
But I have some incentives to keep slogging away at the backlog of things I want to write both for this blog and to my pen pals.
The first thing is today is commissary day. I am off from work and can go pick up my food anytime after 10:00 AM. Since included with the food is a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream, I am going to wait until 2:30 PM to pick the stuff up. This means not only will I not have to deal with the hordes of inmates all trying to be first in line, but I have something to look forward to and to keep me typing away.
It is very warm here, and it is tough to keep from sweating even while sitting here in my cube, wearing my cotton shorts and a cotton T-shirt.
There is no air conditioning in the housing units here and the ventilation is not all that great. While I am currently lucky enough to have a corner cube with windows on two sides, there is still not that much air movement.
When I typed the title of this post, I was going to write about all the mayhem and death that was brought to my cube over the last two days as the New York Times from Friday, Saturday (arrived Monday), Sunday and Monday (arrived Tuesday), all carried in living color front page pictures of the destruction that humans are capable of bring down upon one another.
I will still write on the rapidly changing world we are all living in at a later time. But are you all not glad that I gave all the depressing world stuff a rest and instead shared my own personal life, which may well be described as hell from time to time.