Imagine this. You wake up on this, the first morning of daylight savings time, and take stock of things. The sun's shining, the weather verges on warmish, and there are no crises (real or imagined) demanding attention. For the first time in a very long time, you have the luxury of following your heart. For … Continue reading : the cost of regret :
Tag: daylight saving time
: I didn’t spring forward :
Heck, no. I bounded. I hurtled. I threw myself head first out of the gloom and straight into the middle of unbridled glee. And, somewhat miraculously, sustained no injuries in the process; that’s a first. My bike probably has other plans for me, though. I heard it moving around the other day, in the storage … Continue reading : I didn’t spring forward :
: let there be light :
And, fwip, just like that Daylight Saving Time is back. Hurrah and hallelujah and, yes, it's about damn time. I won’t presume to speak for the rest of the world -- many of whom don’t participate in this lunacy -- but today is one of the Five Most Wonderful Days of the Year in my … Continue reading : let there be light :
: half-baked VI :
Hello and welcome to another edition of half-baked, the half-assed post, on this second day of standard time. I won’t complain about the extra hour of sleep, but I’m sure gonna bitch about the early darkness. Who came up with this harebrained scheme, anyway? The Marquis de Sade? Dracula? Mean girls? Who? I want names. … Continue reading : half-baked VI :
the whirly girl 