Today was Badger’s weekly appointment in Jefferson City.
The house was spotless, and there wasn’t a single load of laundry waiting on me.
That’s one perk of the grandkids not being here all weekend.
I let myself be lazy and played on the computer for a while.
I’m still sorting through all my creative folders.
Badger texted after her appointment to say she wished she wasn’t so curious.
That was all she said.
When they got here, she had bought us banana coffee from Dunkin’.
You read that right.
Banana.
Coffee.
She was gagging and absolutely could not stand hers.
I enjoyed mine.
It tasted like banana Laffy Taffy.
I told her I was a child of the seventies.
I like artificial banana.
I hate real bananas, they gag me, but I like artificial banana flavoring.
After Cowboy got off to work, Badger and I walked down to the creek church.
It was a good twelve degrees warmer today than yesterday.
Cowboy tells me, “Well, that’s spring, you spring back and forth between winter and spring.”
I’d like to live somewhere where you don’t have all four seasons in one day.
Somewhere you can count on March still being cold, so you know it's not time to drag the warm weather gear out.
Instead of “it’s March, let me find a few tee shirts and shorts to put with my long johns.”
We were able to stay until almost six in the evening.
That’s why I like daylight saving time.
We didn’t have to rush home so we wouldn’t be walking in the dark.
We don’t do anything at the creek church.
Badger takes pictures and reads.
I’ll scroll through Facebook and Instagram because that’s all I can get.
When I think about it, I shove a book in my backpack.
Mostly we just enjoy not staring at the same four walls.
I guess you could argue that the creek is the same old, same old, but then you’ve probably not sat in nature very long.
The creek changes.
Sometimes it’s calm and low, and sometimes it’s high and angry.
On good days you might see suicidal squirrels taking giant leaps through the treetops.
If it’s a really good day, you’ll see a hawk or a deer.
Mostly though, we go for the calm and the quiet, provided there are no kids on the playground or playing basketball.
We came home and watched TV the rest of the evening.
Badger is on a “The X-Files” kick lately.
I find that a bit funny.
I watched it back when you had to wait a week to get the next episode.
One of the episodes was about AI going rogue and murdering people.
Maybe I ought to keep that in mind, because when AI messes up my proofreading I get cranky fast.
I keep telling Badger I’ll be the first AI murder victim.
Badger and Peacock keep telling me to stop using it, but AI is what turns my writing into something decent to read.
The words are mine.
All Jane.
The spelling, punctuation, and name‑brand accuracy just get cleaned up by AI.
One of the things that I don’t like about daylight saving time, or at least a downside to it, is that time gets away from you so fast.
You’ll look at the clock and it’s only seven in the evening, and the next time you look, it’s already eleven.
I think I’ll get off here and head to bed.
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