THE LOST DAYS

T.G.I.F. Remember that? When I was a kid, and my mom had started working again, she would leave us notes on the fridge. Every Friday would start with that. Then a list of chores, things to remember, and something about how we should have a great day and how she loved us. It was nice. And gave us a sense of continuity, of days moving forward in their proper order. When we got a little older, she would start Thursdays note with S.H.I.T., which we found hilarious. Maybe it was a mirror to the deteriorating circumstances, but we loved it. Mom swore! Still, it marked the time, and the days moved in their proper order. Now, time has run amok. Thursday, Wednesday, and Sunday can all come over on the same morning, and then not show up again for weeks. Monday has pretty much moved in, claiming everyday for itself, regardless of what the calendar says. It's like they're all retired, and don't know what to do with themselves, now that their jobs are gone.  And I think March and April have moved into the garage. As for May, we got a cryptic text, and then a postcard which just read "wish I was here".

Have we all become Timelords? Do we race from day to day, world to world, with two hearts beating in our chests? The two hearts would make sense. One heart to weep, one heart to roar. We weep for the thousands who have left this world, and roar for a better life, one not run but incompetent boobs and greedy corporations. Yeah. And if we haven't become Timelords, maybe we should. It beats becoming a couch potato, Tic Tok addict, or conspiracy theorist. And when I say Timelords, I don't mean the nasty ones, who are bent of beating the Doctor. I mean the Doctor. Clever, compassionate, and fun. Always with a bit of sadness, and a tragic backstory, but never morose, of self pitying. And always, every time, when things look their bleakest, we figure out the solution, save the day, even the confused ones, and move on to our next adventure with our companion.

Maybe this is all an episode of Doctor Who, and we just don't have the ability to recognize that we are merely characters in a story. Title of the episode: The Lost Days. In it, Rose and the Doctor come back to Earth to get some fish and chips at this great place they've heard of, only find everyone in a bit of a funk, confused as to what day it is. The confusion has led to some changes in people's behavior. At first, it's all comical stuff. They forget to wear pants in public. They break out laughing or crying or screaming at inappropriate moments. Lots of day drinking. Little old ladies smoke joints at the museum. They buy tons of food, then let it rot in their fridges. But as Rose and the Doctor investigate, other changes come out. Some folks give in to fits of rage, savagely attacking each other in stores and on the street. Others develop this odd lack of empathy, and walk past people who have been in car crashes or have had heart attacks. letting them die on the street as they walk past. And most of the powers that be seem to even acknowledge the strangeness. The Doctor suspects the Daleks are behind it, while Rose thinks it must be the Master.

Yeah. Doesn't seem to fantastical, does it? So, I'm a Timelord. And so are all of you. Now get us off your couch, put some pants on, and let's live properly, with compassion and hope and determination. Let's Kick It In The Ass.

Here's a song. It's Hold Your Head Up by Argent.