SINGLEMINDED IN A WAY

Daylight savings time starts today. Do you feel good about that? One of my friends who dresses snazzy and works in a related field back East doesn't. He's on record as ranting about it. While wearing an elegant silk cravatte and holding a cocktail.

Somehow, I feel, being snappily gitted out and slightly snockered adds to the effect.

Personally I rather like daylight savings time. Real progress. Life seems so much better when there is more day to the day. Although stepping out for that first smoke after coffee is, for a week or two, a bleaker and meaner event. I have, naturally, already picked out the pipes that go in my bag for the working day. And I realize that I will need to decide which pipes I take with me tomorrow morning when I head to my cardiologists appointment tomorrow morning, at the crack of dawn or thereabouts. Very early. Key thing will be remembering how to get into the men's room at the hospital. Because the coffee will be heading towards the bladder at the time it's over and I don't like clenching for the entire busride back.

Men of a certain vintage are, like women at almost any age, keenly cognizant of clean bathrooms in the city. We don't mind going on trips or jaunts, but we'll wonder if there is a clean bathroom at the end of the journey. If we doubt that there is one there, we'll research the vicinity of the destination in ever wider internet circles on the internet and figure out to the minute precisely how long it takes to get from point A to point Pee.

We'll keep conversations short lest they impact our appointment with mister Loo.
"Yes yes, that's fascinating", we'll say, "but I need to be somewhere".
Unlike young people we don't need our cellphone.
Not for that; too busy.


Indeed, your kid is cute, your dog is nice, and we admire your new car.
But we have an urgent thing to attend to elsewhere.


Unlike the fairer gender we intend to be entirely alone at that time.
Gwan, piss off.



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