Somewhere awhile back, somebody decided it was beneficial to all of us to change Time.
So now, because of this Time Nazi, twice a year we move the hands of our clocks...or the numbers on the digital dials...or whatever.
Which means that for about two weeks every year, I wander in a
Time Daze until I get adjusted to the new time.
Mostly that means I'm just confused.
And I'm easily confused as it is.
Is it time to get up?
Should I go on to bed?
And why does it change on Sunday morning?
Is it ten o'clock or eleven o'clock?
I just got up but I'm late for church.
Will I have more daylight in the morning
or will it be in the afternoon?
Why is it so dark already?
Hey, Time Nazi...
Pick one or the other and
LEAVE. IT. ALONE!