Salud, Kids!
Here we go again...swinging those clock-hands hither-and-yon (yeah, I know most timepieces don't even have those anymore, just go with it, okay?).
Well, I'm not sure, but I think this time it is yon as we are sliding things back an hour.
Yep, we bid adieu to DST and I'm good with it.
Really, I don't give a tiny rat's ass about it, I just wish they would keep it one way or the other (I have this rant on a long-playing record).
Although a recent article blathered on about how switching the time around could be hazardous to our health and so forth. Something about our internal wiring and jazz like that.
Whatever, I'm just happy as a South Florida clam to grab that extra hour this weekend, and now I'll let the elegant Ms. E sing about all things Night and Day without one note wasted on DST.
See ya 'round the beaches-real or virtual.
Read me fictionally, The Bainbridges of the Palm Beaches, Barnes & Noble, eBooks.
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