It's that time of year. We go from daylight to standard time. Unless, that is, you're in some freaky place like parts of Indiana or Arizona or something.
We're falling backward (or you should have by the time you read this), which has never made sense to me. Most times I've fallen, it has been forward. How many times has one fallen backwards? I want statistics on this.
It also hasn't made sense as to why it matters all that much. At least with my schedule, except for the height of summer, I go to work (or gym) when it's dark and I come home when it's dark. Even if I didn't, that "extra" hour of light disappears in, what, three weeks (?) as the days start to get shorter and then we're really right back at square one.
I don't have Seasonal Affective Disorder, so I just take this as it comes. I mean, really, what else can you do?
But if for nothing else, there is "public service announcement" for the time change. It's cute. He's cute....and he's not even my type.
Song by: Lori Carson & Graeme Revell