This is the solar day. This is the day we are going to become some sort of schedule in this firm. The kids are running amok. My encephalon is willy-nilly. We accept been on holiday time so long that fourth dimension is inconsequential, a not-factor a mere detail. Ryan asked what time it was yesterday and I really said, "does it thing?" In retrospect that sounds a lilliputian catty, but I assure you it was said with a loving voice. The time really didn't matter. The only time that has been consistent is the boys' wake upwards time (which has Nil to do with actual world time) and the boys' bedtime (which has more to practice with when I become then fed up with the anarchy that I put them to bed for some personal peace). The thing is that life just goes more smoothly when the kids know what we are doing and when. They act ameliorate. They human action calmer. They act nicer. I act better. I act calmer. I act nicer. So, I am getting organized in a pace toward world peace…