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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.
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.
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Yeah. About half of the time-aware tech in this house switched *last* weekend, which meant that Wife's plot to tape some skating on the VCR flopped.