So here we are again. Spring forwarding. During fall backwarding last year, I lamented that everything in my house automatically changes when the time does, so I had no idea if it had actually happened or not. Tree falls when nobody is around kind of thing, that. In the ensuing months, I purchased a new clock for my nightstand with a handy dandy “put your cell phone in this little slot” recharging area. So when I woke up, I pried open one eyelid to glance at the little blue numbers and believed what they told me.
They were wrong.
I’ll never get this right.
NOBODY NEEDS MORE HOURS OF DAYLIGHT, PEOPLE.
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