Daylight Savings Time confuses me when I'm not expecting it.
For example, I just called Polgara to say, "Gah. I'm running late. I'll be there in 15 minutes." She replied, "Dude. Fall back."
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Daylight Savings Time confuses me when I'm not expecting it.
For example, I just called Polgara to say, "Gah. I'm running late. I'll be there in 15 minutes." She replied, "Dude. Fall back."
Oh, Kristen! I didn't get to wish you a proper happy birthday on time. Um, happy third-week-of-your-new-age?
hee No problem. And thank you!
(I owe you an email.)
I should go dry my hair now. Since I'm early and all...
Okay, this is absolutely hilarious if you played old school Nintendo games: [link]
She replied, "Dude. Fall back."
Dude, I love the whole Fall back thing. I needed the extra hour. Getting up with the sun out is a good thing too. Not that we are on any actual schedule or anything.
Welcome back, Laura!
My take on DST is making the timekeeping (of man-invention) somewhat closer to nature/God/Gaia/etc. In fact I think we should have more divisions, set it back an hour more for July and August.
There's still too much sunlight before you have to get up in the summer.
I'm really going to hate 5 pm, though. I hate it getting dark before I leave work. HATE IT.
Eating and then running errands. Finally getting rid of old vacuum. Yay.
I'm so glad you and yours are fine, Laura (except for Evil SIL, boo sss), and that, despite the stress and the worry, you can still be happy and thankful for peanut butter and bananas and rich starry nights.
I have had a busy morning - Emmett's room cleaned and vacuumed, the hallway swept, sink and stovetop scoured, laundry sorted, stains doused in Zout and left to contemplate their sins and await the great Cleansing, all clothing gathered up off the floor, sniff-tested for non-visible filth, and sorted or folded, living room vacuumed, kitchen table semi-cleaned, and in the middle of it I rewarded myself by reading this marvelous book, which is funny and wicked and occasionally mildly blasphemous, but in an oddly orthodox and tender way that I don't think even Nilly would object to (it actually made me think of Nilly, often).
Brought forward from the last thread: Trudy, if you want some of that brocade, let me get it for you now. There's only one bolt, and it's a discount exotic fabrics store, so once it's gone, it's likely gone forever, and I doubt this one single bolt will last till next May. And Sophia, yes, the Hello Kittyness of it is subtle. I'm going to see if I can borrow my mom's digital camera and take a picture of the pattern this afternoon.
LAURA! YAY!