Rabbit hole, digging in

-Last image in my head before zonking out close to 2am last nite: a beaming bug-eyed Mr. Bean. No, I don't sleep with him, though I'm sure he'd be lots of fun and definitely my type -- just that every time I see this face I laugh till hiccups, he just kills me. So I google him whenever I feel shitty. I had a nightmare in my last trimester that I actually gave birth to mini Mr Bean. Woke up in cold sweat. Curly works well too. Nyak.

-I work in a nursing home and, as a reminder to turn bedridden patients every 2 hrs, the clerk announces overhead: "attention.. it is now (always with dramatic pause here..) TEA TIME" (T- for "turn")..Its a good thing. BUT. In a place full of lost, drugged, confused psych patients, many --OCD..imagine the impact :)) I myself get up religiously and make me a cup. Now here's a place where time really HAS gone mad. Time becomes meaningless if you take away the routine. Without deadlines and calendars our lives are timeless, and our tea parties don't end. Not with Valium laced pudding and Depakote sprinkles, anyway..

"..she got up in great disgust, and walked off: the Dormouse fell asleep instantly, and neither of the others took the least notice of her going, though she looked back once or twice, half hoping that they would call after her: the last time she saw them, they were trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot."