Well, the archaic, Circadian rhythm-fucking bullshit known as Daylight Savings Time has come to yet another merciful end here in the states. My cat is not aware of this fact, and threw himself on my head at “the usual hour” (which was 5:30 yesterday and 4:30 today) to alert me to the fact there was no food in his upstairs bowl, despite the fact there was – indeed – plenty of food in the downstairs self feeder. All of that to say that I’ve been up ever sense, counting the minutes towards the S2 finale of Poldark.
I have to find something to do until then, otherwise I’m gonna go nuts. What are you doing to pass the time?