The time is out of joint, O cursed spite . . .

Time for my twice-yearly rant about Daylight Saving Time and the removal thereof.  Consider it said.  Typed.  Whatever.

Anyway, I could see my jeans and sweater when I got up and dressed this morning, 6:30 plus/minus, so that part's okay.  But when the sun sets before 4:30 this afternoon . . .

Hey, if we secede and join Canada, we can go on Atlantic Time.  'Vantage number three, 'satiable Elephant's Child.

November

Temperature 24 F, still, with bright stars.  Probably gonna drop into the teens tonight -- dewpoint 19 F, and that can be a clue.