About bleeding time

New Orleans decides to do for themselves.

Monday morning

I had one April Fool's weirdness. When I woke up yesterday, my clock was reset to an hour ahead. Just my clock. Not Charlie's clock or the kitchen clock or my watch or any of the computers. Charlie didn't do it. I didn't do it. How did that happen? It's the kind that scrolls through minute by minute, so it's not like someone accidentally bumped it and moved the hour indicator. Someone had to hold a button down for several seconds.

I am determined that I will make myself look nice today. I am off to shower and get manicured and waxed. After that, maybe I will get a haircut.