tacocat spelled backwards is still tacocat and other 4 pm thoughts.

you know that time of hour when the chaos stops and everything seems to slow down? that time for me is 4 pm. everything is calm and my brain chills out for a bit and i get to enjoy things like watching a video of a corgi doing a snow flop {did you guys see it? it's the cutest. i swear, it's worth all of your seven seconds}.

but there are days when the stillness at 4 pm is not always so great. sometimes this hour makes me think too deep into things... and i start to analyze, assume and make things up because my mind wants to believe that the situation is worse than it really is. and every once in a blue moon, my mind spirals uncontrollably away and starts to think of the not so great things in my past, which makes me realize that i'm still holding on to them when i should be really letting go.

then there are days when this hour give me some unexplained power to do things that i usually wouldn't dare to do. like standing on the kitchen table with my swiffer wetjet in hand, banging on the ceiling in protest of my really annoying neighbors who like to sporadically stomp around the entire house for a prolonged period of time. this happens in the morning, in the afternoon and at night when we're trying to sleep. i've tried to give the benefit of the doubt for the past few months but yesterday, precisely at 4 pm, i decided i've had it. this is my calm hour and i will not have it with the stomping. {they continued to stomp anyway...}

after furiously banging at my ceiling i saw piri staring at me. it was the kind of stare that said "my human friend is really crazy." then i started to laugh. it was a good laugh. i wondered how ridiculous i looked. then everything just went back to the calm that is usually so familiar at 4 pm.