Yellow? Yellow? Can You Tell Me What Time It Is? What Did the Banana Say to the Alarm Clock? Nothing. Bananas Can't Talk.

It's best not to ask, says Cynde. Don't open his drawers. You don't want to know. Don't I? Why Wouldn't I? Apparently there's food stored in there, too. I mean, the banana stored on the clock has me curious.

I've come to expect the unexpected. So, Perhaps it is best not to ask questions. Maybe Dad stores it there because he loves to pull the one-liner, "No. It's a banana in my pocket."

Hoping mom is getting the rest she needs, even though the circumstances aren't the greatest. Hoping my students thought the online class was worthwhile, as I wan't there to teach in person. Hoping there's not too much snow out there right now. Hoping I find inspiration to teach class tonight. 

"You're just like your mom. Chasing me around with that medicine stuff," avoiding the appealing fruit he placed on the clock. 

And the Monday warm temperatures have swapped for winter chills again. We knew this was coming. 

Just glad there are more bananas in the kitchen. I might go around the house and doctorate all the clocks.