Before we go any further, this is a fine pictorial example of curtainage:-
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| Fine, apparently. |
A lot of people seem to measure things by curtains I've realised, and that is mainly if a person is awake or not, or perhaps dead, though having typed that I realise that not being awake could also be covered by the label 'dead'.
Well as far as I'm concerned, for me, being awake and those items called curtains have no connection as such. Sometimes I open them before I go to bed, and sometimes I open them after I wake up. I might open them before I go out, or I might take the other option and close them, or I might not touch them for days. To my neighbours, this is a source of great consternation, and I'm obviously, lazy, dirty and a useless leech on society and all its resources, for my failure to adhere to the unspoken rules of curtaining.
I could be dead though, and seriously, at least one of the two cats would probably be dead by the time anyone bothered to check. People back where I grew up used to close the curtains as a mark of respect, if somebody who had lived in the same street had died. So hey, maybe I'm just pre-empting my demise and paying my respects to myself. Sub-concious self respect, what a wonderful thing to realise that I've held it within me this whole time.
Currently munching a warm croissant, while considering the rest of this evening, and how I can upset the order of the universe by just not doing something, or just plain doing something that is not on other people's schedules.
