Time Fugue

I have no idea what happened to yesterday. For instance, I fired up the computer two different times with the intention to write a blog. Did you see my blog from yesterday? No, because it didn't get written. Almost everything went like that. I think there was a disturbance in the time/space continuum.
This is even more puzzling because the night before I deleted a couple of time wasting computer games. Had I been playing Slingo- a game of slots and bingo combined!- I could at least account for time passing.
That reminds me of the very funny book about time by Terry Pratchett. Next time my blog is missing, check it out.
Yes, my disjointed style of writing continues. I'm blaming pollen and/or allergy medication. But maybe not.
So back to yesterday. The day stretched before me, full of promise, goals and chores. Looking back, all I accomplished was vacuuming the floor, which I recently learned, the British refer to as “hoovering,” and buying groceries. That's all I had time for.
I hope that I make a better showing today. When I looked out the window this morning, I noticed that even my slacker, er, I mean artist, neighbor had a freshly mown lawn. The whole neighborhood has been trimmed, edged, and cut. I bet their houses are clean inside too.
I'll make up for it today. I've already accomplished a blog, and it isn't even eight yet!
And I need to add a short note about what one of my blog ideas yesterday was. When I was in the grocery store's lunch meat section, a young man was so astonished that turky bolonga was made out of chicken and pork that he called me over to read the label. I felt very smug, indeed, that I had chosen beef bolonga.
Nancy Sherer