and then our exile

Last night the tres beautiful moon was positioned just that its light fall upon my pillow. It was nice sleeping there. i went to bed at 10.45 and got up at 6, but got 6.25 hours of sleep, not 7.25. Figure that? Sometimes i think Saskatchewan is the only sane place in this country, and the rest of us all belong in a madhouse. Why on earth would one change the time? The day itself does not change. "Daylight savings"? The daylight stays the same, trust me. And for me to refuse to go along with this illogical, irrational, unjustified, irresponsible and completely nonsensical status quo is for me to mess up any appointments i make. It is a fait accompli i must accept or risk complete societal ostracism for the rest of my life. O dear me. i struggle with this every year.
Let's all move to Saskatchewan. Or maybe that's just personal bias, what with having roots and all. Hmm.

In other news, i spent much of yesterday in the tree-platform writing and reading poetry.