(But he does.)
I have always known I was punctuality-challenged. Hell, everyone knows that about me. One judge even took judicial notice of that fact. Ha. But now it appears I am temporally-challenged. My life is one long deja vu all over again as I slip back and forth in time, not by years or centuries, but by short-burst moments. A minute here, a minute there. Creepy. A totally useless trick, since I never get to see the dinosaurs or the end of the earth in the year 5 billion. I depend on wall clocks that belong to other people, especially if they are placed where I can't get close to them. So I have been steadily and inadvertantly speeding up the clock on my car dashboard, and despite knowing this about myself, continue to be surprised when I get into the courthouse to find I am on time.
Florida has two (or three, depending on what judge I am in front of) time zones. Me, I'm in my own time dimension, in which I experience jet lag from driving into Central Standard Time. And no, I have never used mind-altering substances, not even during the Sixties.
"And crawling, on the planet's face, some insects, called the human race. Lost in time, and lost in space... and meaning."
I have to head into the office for a little while. Yes, I know it is Saturday, but there has been an explosion of new cases these past few months, and we are all drowning in a sea of sorrows. There is a lot of anger and hopelessness out there, and some people are taking it out on their spouses and kids. There is also a lot of gag-reflex-inducing sexual perversion ... WTF is THAT all about? Gentlemen, it is a generally accepted societal rule that you DON'T do your daughters, or stepdaughters or nieces. I remember being taught that there were two deeply ingrained taboos, against incest and cannabalism. For a growing number of very sick people, the first taboo is gone with the wind. Can the second taboo be far behind? God, I hope so. Or else we'll all be someone's soylent green.
And on that cheerful note - enjoy the rest of your weekend.