In Which Your Faithful Narrator Muses About Nothing in Particular Except Existential Curve Balls

Reformation Day came, and went; in retail we are officially gearing up for the Christmas season. Product has been rolling in since September, we have started stacking books under tables (the acronym for such activity, at least at my employ is COUTS, though, I don't quite remember what it stands for other than the UT means "under tables," we booksellers may be witty, sometimes, but not all that original).

The annual statewide scratching of collective heads has begun, again. Daylight savings time does the "fall back" routine this weekend, Saturday to be exact. So, the newspaper had its yearly "tutorial" as to what counties do what. All I know is that my county Johnson County falls back and is on Eastern Time. That's all I need to know. The northwestern counties go Central and southwestern counties do something else. Ah, Hoosiers, gotta love ya.

I was distinctly depressed the other day. Like down in the dumps depressed, corner of the dark bar with a shot in hand depressed. Life has thrown me some curve balls the last couple weeks and the other day I just couldn't keep myself positive, so became negative and started beating myself up. I'm pretty good at that, I can give myself a pretty good emotional black eye from time to time. That night I just went to bed and slept for about nine hours. That worked really well.

I wish there was more to report, but there really isn't much going on in my neck of the blogosphere and maybe, just maybe, that's a very good thing.