Saturday, March 9, 2019

Not Again

23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23,23

I would insert cuss words here, but I have given up swearing for Lent....I'm doing pretty good so far...

That's how many hours there will be in the day tomorrow.

We "Spring Forward" getting our biological clocks all out of whack....Again.

Now, it won't bother me so much, I can get up whenever I want anyway, but it throws off meals.....and my medications. And yes, I can tell an hour's difference on some of that stuff.

We need to set this mess one way.....Or the other....And leave it alone.



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