Against the fall of night...

Crescent moon still shining when I went out for the newspaper this morning -- jump that back an hour tomorrow and get the sun again, but then we run head-on into our sunset at 4:30. Time for my twice-yearly tirade about them Washington idjits messing with God's clock? Maine ought to be in the Atlantic time zone....

Still morning

Frost on maple leaves,
sun rising and striking gold,
leaves fall fluttering.

How many damn clocks do we OWN, anyway?

Just wandered from room to room, resetting digital clocks and the occasional analog relic (like the windup schoolhouse "Regulator" on the parlor wall.) I didn't _think_ we obsessed over time that much....

And that doesn't even count the computers and VCRs, which keep their own counsel on the subject of DST.