Killing
Time
 Today's
comic illustrates, sad to say, a true story.
I've been working as a freelance creative provider for
a long, long time so I pretty much set my own hours,
though I generally work late into the night and rise
the next morning somewhat later than your typical 9-to-5
mortal. But I'm always up for temp gigs so, some years
ago, when I was contacted by a local internet company
needing
my
particular talents, in-house,
for a few months I said "Sure!"
This
assignment required I work more-or-less standard office
hours so dependably reengaging reality at dawn's crack
became vital. At the time the only useful alarm clock
I
had in the
house was a true love object, a treasured
gift
from Beloved Girlfriend featuring
Aardman Animation's Wallace
and Gromit posed
in the
act of cleaning a massive clock-face. As you might guess
its alarm was the Wallace & Gromit theme song.
For the first few weeks it was quite pleasant to be roused
by that perky little tune, but as the assignment dragged
on, one that required way too many late nights, the melody
began to slowly lose its appeal. By about the third
month thoughts
of violence darkened my morning mood when the alarm went
off.
Fortunately, though, about this time the cat took the
opportunity to test the limits of gravity
and somehow catapulted
the clock off the dresser, whereupon it broke into several
large pieces.
It was
repairable
but
the
alarm no longer operated reliably. Though I was miffed
at the cat she unwittingly saved it from a fate worse
than
eBay
and this charming collectible now spends its
life
quietly
ticking
away
the
hours
just away a few feet from where I now type this.
Thanks, cat.
=Lefty=
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