five hours until the burn

I've made my feelings about Zozobra well known along the years. I'm heading over there at 4 pm to deliver the glooms to be burned (SFR collects people's glooms each year, a task that grows increasingly onerous. (Is that how that's spelled?). Someone dropped off an entire bag earlier!
But I did have a fresh ephiphany about Zozobra today: It's the only time I go somewhere not wearing heels (except the gym). Oh my god: so profound!
Que Viva! See ya there.