The Time Change

Daylight savings today.

I didn't know. Woke up at 10am to get a leisurely start to the day, and be somewhere by 11:30.

Suddenly, I realize from the different set clocks (some automatically switch) that I in fact have 5 minutes to be where I should be. Standing in my pjs with one sip of coffee in me, and too much to do to make it.

I was late, but got there fine. It was a murder show, and it was probably one of the worst we have ever done. Oh, well.

I have been flooding myself (unintentionally) with memories of X and I. I think the other day put some finality on to things, and it isn't sitting well with me.

I found myself telling great stories of us at work last night. I'm sure I looked pathetic. There was so much history there. It is impossible to separate me from that relationship. Especially when telling stories.

I remember a bit ago, I couldn't think of memories. Now they are flooding back.

Just some random snippets of them for you now.

Renting bikes and riding around the river.
Waking me early because she was too excited to wait for me to wake up on my own.
Bug spraying the house, and hanging out in the kitchen with the cats for three hours.
Yelling at each other in Prague.
Shopping drunk at Urban Outfitters, and laughing the whole time.



You know what. I'm stopping myself. Maybe it's true, but I don't want to go down this path.

Goodnight.