Since I can’t be trusted with sharp or heavy objects, my husband drove me to the city library to pick up the book I had on reserve, or I might not have survived. I probably wouldn’t have gone, my normal vitality and vivaciousness having been sapped by this sinus infection that leaves me unable to complete simple tasks such as tying my shoes without profound contemplation.
Free to contemplate the actions of others I witnessed people parked in the middle of intersections, where their light was red, preventing oncoming left turns and foiling the efforts of pedestrians to cross. I witnessed similar inaction in the parking lots, people honking energetically at others who were actually trying to drive. And that’s just the Real World (TM).
In the virtual one the last few days have been fraught with bored people on base, with nothing to really do and no excuse to go home, attempting to bring order to their computers by removing any viruses and spyware. The system admin list is flush with reminders and warnings about how many infections have occurred because the internet is rife with bogus anti-spyware and anti-virus programs that do exactly the opposite. So it might be safer to just tell people to goof off on youtube on days like this.
No wonder the Maya feared these last five days of the year and wouldn’t even venture outside if they didn’t have to. They knew everyone else was off kilter because their routines were shattered, and they’d get run over by a mini-van or something if they went to Wal-Mart. Everyone’s in a holding pattern, nothing is getting done and yet we have to retain some semblance of a routine if we are working. This time last year I was job hunting, a totally pointless exercise between Thanksgiving and New Years. Too many people are on vacation or distracted. Sure, I worked stock at the local Eddie Bauer, which was good for my shoulders, but it wasn’t anything like a career.
So, if you are reading this in time, please be careful out there. The danger doesn’t start when the drinkin’ gets going later, it is here, now, and wearing the face of your befuddled neighbor who wouldn’t be out except they forgot to by Nog and are anxious about kicking their party off in time for everyone to be suitably sloshed at midnight. And don’t forget about that leap second! Your count will be: 10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! 1! (Chaos ensues)
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