THE FUTURE IS YEATERDAY
I got up
this morning at 5:30 to feed the cat.
When the daylight
peeks around, and the birds start singing, the cat walks onto my chest and
tells me she’s hungry and that I must get up.
The weather
this morning is 45 degrees and overcast with a wind warning, so I turned the thermostat
to 74.
When my wife
gets up ill make breakfast: grits cooked in the microwave and soft-cooked
hard-boiled eggs in the Instant Pot pressure cooker. Even though my wife is from New England, I
have convinced her that grits are good.
I have a hydrangea
in the back of the car that I need to plant, but the temperature tonight is
dropping below freezing, so I will hold off a couple of days.
The cat has
eaten and gone back to bed with my wife, so here I am on the computer.
Today I will
do my exercises, read, complete a crossword puzzle, play Scrabble with my wife
at lunch time, and watch television; settling into the routine of an old man
retired from an adventurous life.
But something
strange is happening on the West Coast in Silicon Valley, and I don't know what it is.
There has
been a time-rip, and an alien entity from the future is launching a
conquest of the earth.
Something is happening, and you don't know what it is, do you, Mr Jones?
the Ol'Buzzard
