So the country has sprung forward by one hour during the wee hours of the morning. What fun. What excitement. What a crock of s$&@. Really why do I care? One hour isn't a big deal.
Okay. I may be complaining just to moan. I get an extra hour of daylight in the evening. But for a morning person such as myself it means rising and starting the day in the dark again. Heading to work in the dark is just depressing.
I envy my dog much on these days around the time change. I can't wait for the day when time matters no more for me. You know those days after I hit the lottery and do what I want when I want. Or perhaps some rich person would like to step up and donate that freedom to me. I know you're out there. You can spare a couple million. I know you can.
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