Late or early, depending on your orientation

I had to take the dog out for his evening deposit in the front yard and I knew it would be raining. And it was very dark, a velvet darkness, cut with the diamond streetlights, patterns on the street and driveway, and it was raining heavy and the dog did not seem to care much, but instead, looking over its shoulder at me, dove into the wetness, the wetness he did not appreciate, and found his spot to leave this day's deposit, or rather the next day's deposit, since the clock had run its hands past the twelve into the next track of Tuesday, and he let me offer my bare head to the evening baptism in participation with him, until he decided that the offering was finished and we headed back inside where we could sit with each other and contemplate the hour until it was time to go to sleep, which the dog has accomplished, I think, and I should, but this thing is holding me here on the sofa until I have finished, which at this rate, I don't foresee that moment coming, but it will and I will give in and this early morning will fade into the deep purple, which is appropriate, if not cliche, but as Jimmy Buffett said, "Cliche, good way, to say what you mean, mean what you say." And with that, I will end this communication. I am still working on getting into the swing of this again.