Time After Time

I think I should tell you that last night I managed to either truly reverse time  or achieve some kind of nocturnal time travel…all from the comfort of my bed. This may make me eligible for the Nobel or , at the very least, some other kind of international cash prize.

The discovery came after a typical evening of painting, wine, latin music, wine, wine, and Mad Men episodes. (temporary , enforced bachelorhood is so rich!)

Eventually, I placed the BlackBerry on the bedside table in the clock mode and promptly drifted off to Neverland. I awaken frequently during the night..and so , after what felt like an hour or so, I groggily attempted to bring the clock face somewhere within my field of vision.

It was 7:45 . How could it be 7:45?   I couldn’t see the big hand or the little hand very clearly. My glasses were a couple of inches further than my body was prepared to reach.

So I rolled over. Next time I awoke and gauzily gazed at the BB it was 9:10.  Nine-ten?  What the hell! I stuck my arm out from under the sheets just to look and make sure I wasn’t having a Benjamin Button experience.

So, back to sleep and the next time I cocked one eye open from the pillow I believe it was actually yesterday !

Only after I had wasted precious hours fretting and theorizing did I switch on the light and realize that I had been looking at the BlackBerry upside down all night.

I still have a report card from Grade 4 where the teacher wrote, ‘David just needs to focus‘. Some things never change with time.

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