Daylight savings day is one of my favorite days of the year.
Me too! I gladly sacrifice an hour of sleep for an hour of daylight.
Poor Franny and Eve! Wishing them calm little stomachs and recuperative naps.
Happy Birthday, Tom Scola! I'm wishing you heaps of good things because I think you deserve them.
There
is
no extra hour of daylight suddenly around today.
The hour was always there. I knew where to find it when I needed it. I'd rather have slept in an hour this morning.
But I can't. Off to teach.
Oh, it's true I'm not old, I suppose. Other people have an increasing tendency to be young, though, and it disturbs.
Separately -- happy birthday, Tom!
Oh, it's true I'm not old, I suppose.
Oh yeah you are. You are totally old. Look how cranky you are. And you you have an entire laundry list of maladies. I hope your limbs don't snap off while you're punching people today.
Happy birthday to Tom, who is fabulous and wonderful, and deserves a whole year of fabulous wonderfullness. (Well, okay, Tom deserves a whole rest of his life of fabulous wonderfullness, but you can only order it in single-year sizes.)
Other people have an increasing tendency to be young, though, and it disturbs.
We have this issue in my grad school class. Bad enough one girl is actually 20, but we finally found the classmate whose father is younger than my one friend. But yet we all sit in the same classes together.