When we set our clocks forward for daylight savings time this spring, who knew we’d instead enter the twilight zone? That shoppers would fight over toilet paper. That I’d have the time to clean the junk drawer but still wouldn’t. That I would view a repair man coming to fix the toilet as a dress-up experience or that dress up would mean yoga pants instead of pajamas. That I’d long to shop at Walmart. Who knew I’d flinch when a friend sneezed? That leaving the house to make a supply run would rain down danger. Who knew that I would die?
By Lynne Curry