Tick, tock. Tick, tock…

Barrie wrote the croc as a she. Hmm…

" I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after us all."
J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

There. It is official. Standard time arrived at 4:59 am. Digital clocks corrected.

The Project wakes me,  roaring with to-dos. Tea, and stream of conscious listing. The ten day countdown begins tomorrow. Posters, postcards, pr, labels, signage, reception, installation, lighting, bodies - need bodies.

Other life: cat asks for breakfast - she doesn't care what time it is. The bowl is empty. Dishes away. Tea is hot.

Back to roaring lists. Writing smooths it out. Schedule bills now - can't think about them later and won't give them the satisfaction of a late charge just because Life is going pretty fast this month. Ads for now, ads for later, calendar - finish-order, print more posters, exhibit design, list participants, backers, history, future.

Oh yes, laundry.

Standard time gave me an extra hour today as ephemeral as autumn. It is evaporating with the steam of the tea. To work.