Funny things always happen past ten

Car barked at me, she frowned and followed up with a good gulp.  The sickly snail curled helplessly around her palm.  "Squissh" said sickly, and that was all he knew to say.  The after effect was less shocking than everyone had thought and so she shifted her hand restlessly as if holding a cognac.  Sickly began to snooze and laid his soft head against the curl of her finger joints.  "Sickly," she declared, plopping herself on the curb and closing her eyes for a moment of exhausted recollection.  "I can't help but feel that the shadows are closing in around me and that the weekend fell right into the week, and I never see that happening but his time I did see it and I don't know what that means."  She closed her eyes again and recollected once more.  Sickly yawned and nestled his slimy head against her skin.  "Sickly, we are going to do something today.  Not like yesterday when we did something about the day before, or last week when we failed to do something the day after that, but today we'll do something about tomorrow and tomorrow's tomorrow and we'll do something about all the todays that ever were."  She didn't stand up.  Today's action needed none of the bravado that most actions need when they declare their intentions with very excitable adverbs.  Today's action happened calmly, it refused even the hint of a threshold or passage, a change in terrain or a differentiation in causeways.  Today's action would be the most imperceptable it could be and that way it was sure to last well into tomorrow's yesterday without being detected.  "Detection is the worst thing for an action because then it becomes reaction and then I find myself no longer in today, let alone tomorrow, and I have to deal with yesterday over and over."  She smiled at sickly who was always peaceful upon her palm.  She gently stroked the back of his shell and breathed onto his antenna causing them to retract and bristle sweetly.  "Squissh" said sickly, streching his neck and slowly moving to the tip of her finger where he looked over the edge and down at the pavement several feet below.  "Squish...Squish...squish."  She laughed and set off to the toy shop where Edger was working in the stock room...