when the pieces just don't fit ...

... there are days when the pieces just don't fit ... no matter how much you prod, urge, cajole, explain, attempt, push, pull, analyse ...
... these are the days you wish you could just pull the covers back over your head and sleep through to the sound of the alarm clock on tomorrow's morning ...

Days when a peek at the alarm clock through half ajar eyelids show the same time as every morning ... and yet the same movements, routines, motions ... find you scrambling with less time to go scurrying out the door. Did the seconds simply get faster? ... or was I simply slower?

Days when the "norm" just doesn't seem to fit within what has always been the comfortable order of the day ... when words said just don't ring right come out right ... where comprehension is slowed skewed weirded.

Days when explanations drone on and on and on ... seemingly coherent and logical and based in truth and agreed upon facts ... to end in misunderstandings, rebuttals, refuttals, mixed messages, inanities, insanities.

Days when you know you're damned if you do ... and doubly damned if you don't ... and the end result is exactly the same whichever path you take.

Days when the entire day speaks and breathes of discord ...

Is it me? Is it you? Is it them? ... or is simply something in the water?