time is evening
to the next afternoon, both
nothing and enough
When does the day start.
Midnight?
Dawn?
Each day is 24 hours but from when to when.
Does my day start when tomorrow changes to today while I am alseep?
Does my day start when I get up?
Does my day start when I wake up.
Note these times are not necessarily the same.
Does my day start when I here the key in the lock of my office door?
Back in the day I remember watching a show on TV with my roommates in college.
It was a serious documentary.
Sports Illustrated Swimsuits – 1983 or something like that was the title.
Know what stuck in my mind?
Yeah yeah yeah, I know.
ANYWAY.
Near the end of the show was a short clip of an interview with model Cheryl Tiegs.
She was wearing a very a thick white robe and wearing big thick socks.
She was sitting on a deck overlooking a beach.
She was holding an old fashioned needle point hoop and was working on the design of colored threads.
She looked at the camera and said, “This is my time to be myself just for me.”
Or, as is said, words to that affect.
At some point in the evening.
After dinner.
After the trash is taken out.
After my wife finishes with the dinner dishes.
Sitting on the couch.
A blanket maybe or maybe not over my feet.
Television is on or off.
I have something to read.
A book or iPad or Kindle.
This is when my day starts.
Since the start of my last day it seems like nothing has happened.
At the same time, since the start of my last day, the day was filled with enough things that happened.
This is my time to be myself just for me.
For one hour or more maybe.
For a few minutes or less maybe.
This is my time to be myself just for me.
This is when my day starts.
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