New Notions of Time (pssst, it's Saturday!)

[Ed. note: this is a series of short blog pieces, one per day (maybe) <aren't we all bored, looking for something to do?>, talking about some daily thing affecting our lives on a personal level -- not comments about the feds, outside states, etc. That's the purpose.  Let's see...]

Some people read yesterday's first blog.  Thanks! 

Today is Saturday.  SATURDAY! 

I have a friend who has asked the last couple of weeks if it makes any difference what day it is -- yes! Yes! Yes! 

But we all, here in most of America, have gotten used to, or are getting used to, a whole new meaning of time.  

The first, funniest meme I saw on this was:

I have now lived through seven decades

The 60s

The 70s

The 80s

The 90s

The 00s

The 10s

March.

LMAO!  

Feels so true.  

But let me put it out there: if you thought March was long, wait till you see April!  

None of us were quarantined all of March; it looks like everyone will be for all of April.  

Oh, shit. 

T.S. Eliot said "April is the cruelest month" and though he lived through the Spanish flu epidemic, he had no idea about this.  

Is it only noon? 😒

We have all begun to strain as we can't separate one day from another, since we move our workspace, or not, a few feet, so that Monday is like Tuesday is like Wednesday is like Saturday.  

I have a new way to measure time:

Since I quoted Eliot above, this seems to be 2020's variation on his "Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,/I have measured out my life with coffee spoons."  We are measuring ours out in sheets of TP.

There was a piece on the internet where the person calculated how long toilet paper lasted.  You know, two weeks ago in the beginning of the rush to horde.  Aren't we all calculating that? 😠

And, if you haven't read about it, here's a good article about why there's a TP crisis. 

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What Everyone's Getting Wrong About the Toilet Paper Shortage

Eliot made a life of tea parties and social events sound like hell.  Now we have a life with no tea parties or social life and we know he was wrong. 

But we'll get through it:

Remember, it's Saturday!  Hooray!