I have no rant about my dislike for the clock shifting. I have consistently complained about it twice a year on this blog. This year, I calmly suggested that we change the clocks before bed and just accept it in the morning. Doug zipped through the house changing clocks while I closed the windows and turned on the heat. No, that’s not a euphemism. Or maybe it is. Either way, I’m not going to let a complete disruption of the entire family’s internal clocks upset me this time.
Update: Sooo, this morning I discovered that all of the clocks which were reset last night are now two hours BEHIND the current time. I take that as a sign that destiny wants me to complain about the forced changing of the time.