daylight saving (not savings, n.b.) time came early this year...but there haint been no saving on the daylight to-day! it's been a-streamin' and i've been a-baskin' all day, and nothing much but a baskin' case, and a-ha i just now get rebex joke about robbin' well no robins yet (pardon the s.o.c.) but spring's not quite here yet, but don't we do seem to be anxious for it, tomorrow today next week this week, why with all the green and irish (poor inflated leprauchan being dragged along the spring garden street, head hidden hungover like a morning drunk; the black-clad saxophone and banjo brigade?) a week early when st. paddy's is on a saturday this year

anyway that was the traffic stilled to a crawl this mid-noon, mostly flower show congestion, presumes, more anxiety (march flowers made by february what exactly?) that i hardly thought to not miss this year, though maybe i should have.

was going to say, basking in the sunlight while the tofu basks in tamari/sake/triple sec (cuz, no mirin)/ginger and i'm not sure which role the pineapple plays, marinator or marinatee...anyway i guess it was too long and the "extra firm" tofu turned mushy so i converted the whole thing to a kind of gravy (lemon was the secret finishing touch), fine with sesame and scallions over flied snowpeas/'sparagus/pineapple/red bell. rice of course. that was my pancakes for one too many tonight...

here's me, sunlight gone, still at the window, sitting alone in my inside-out socks, new flowery pale pink sunshine shirt. more flowers - too small to call it floral, i think. little petals all around. florid more like. florid, ah.

um.

before some other segue interceded, was going to going to use this blogarithm to riposte the adventures of the past week+, before this week's adventure takes over (starting in approximately 40 hours...whooosh!) but it's already too late and i have lost because it's past my bedtime which means the week is here.

so no time to tell you about lippin' it up at the lost in dance-[e]lation jawn rast nite (wo) [d00d i should have billed myself as "loss of rove"] or about swooning over mirah and her family members (real and imagined) at the church on friday or about partying with of montreal (for real!) after as well as at their gig and mine on thursday or about also deejaying in westfully the previous saturday, or about taking delray beach fl by storm last weekend or.

maybe l8r maybe. sowsee.

the telephone just doesn't seem to do
to let you know how much it's true
that we love you
yeah we love you