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The End of the World

Ten Little Aliens
Ten Little Aliens (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Perhaps they got the date wrong after all.  Although there’s still time to converse with aliens.

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Heading for the Darkest Day

It’s officially December when the calendar says day two and the snow starts to fall on everyone’s blog.  But only if they want it to.  I’m told it will turn itself off on the 4th of January and I sincerely wish it would turn itself off in real life too.

We have one blustery wind out there that’s been blowing all night long.  At three fifteen a.m. I dragged myself out of bed to see what the hell was making such a gawd-awful racket in the back yard.  Three big cylindrical metal cans were blowing back and forth across the cement driveway and taking turns crashing into the fence with every strong gust of wind.  So I put on my running shoes and zipped up my coat over my night-gown and went out and picked them all up and put them as quietly as I could in the small space between the fence and the garage.  It would have been really funny if I’d locked myself out of the house, hey?  But I didn’t, and W didn’t even miss a beat sawing logs.  I’m sure he’s the culprit who collected the cans and put them wherever it was that they were able to blow over and wake me up.

Obviously I’m back home.  And back to work where they’re trying to kill me by scheduling me for three days in a row, one day off, three days in a row, one day off, THREE MORE FREAKIN’ DAYS IN A ROW and finally three days off.  Yesterday I spent most of the day baking apple pies because Margaret brought back a whole whack of apples from her BC holiday and shared them with us,  and I decided that would be the best way to use them up and poison my husband all in one fell swoop – with pastry made from white flour, a cancerous chicken egg, vinegar and animal fat;  fruit cooked until all the nutrients are gone and half a cup of deadly white sugar laced with cinnamon.  All those things are extremely bad for you and I’m not going to eat any of it.  Well I don’t know about the cinnamon, but I’m sure someone somewhere can figure out that an overdose of it will give you arthritis or migraines or something sinister like that.

I’m trying to stick to my regime of healthy fruit shake in the morning, dark leafy green salad things for lunch with some kind of protein mixed in, and half the time I’m so full of great nutrients and so tired from work that I don’t bother with dinner and just go straight to bed.  Thus my neglect of this space has been justified.  I’m drinking copious amounts of water.  And taking vitamin supplements.  My sister sent me the book “Never Be Sick Again” by Raymond Francis and it’s rather disturbing how we’re all over fed and under nourished.  Not that we don’t know it, but it’s hard to change all our bad pie habits.

But I have to draw the line at giving up coffee.  Sorry, but right now I can’t do it.  We’re heading for the 21st of December and all that darkness means I have to use some kind of artificial stimulant to stay awake.  Might as well be something that tastes good.

I have to go to WORK!!  Damn.  Going there seriously interferes with my blogging time.  I only came here to point out the lovely snowfall on my blog and got carried away with all the incredibly interesting things I have to blather on about.  I’m sure there will be more as the month progresses and the daylight dwindles and the snow keeps snowing.