Punxsutawney Dookie reports that he did not see his shadow and spring is near!
Oh wait, it’s not Groundhog Day. And with all that hair, Dookie can’t see much anyway…. But it is that “spring forward” with the clocks day. The illusion of extra sleep given over to us by the gods (or the government) in the fall is cruelly snatched away. I have TOO MUCH TO DO in a twenty-four-hour day and now I get a twenty-three-hour one?
I certainly don’t want to give up anything fun in my weekend with that lost hour. Particularly sleep. I’m thinking I should give up laundry, or dishes, or–I know! Working on my, I mean my daughter’s, social studies project! What about you? What is on your weekend plate that you’d rather not do and can now excuse accomplishing due to that lost hour? Rebel with me! That’ll teach the government to mess with our sleep cycles! Oh, wait, they probably don’t care. But I do–post a note and one random commenter will get to choose their autographed pick from my contemporary backlist!