Dear Daylight Savings Time,
You get a bad rap. People hate you. They complain about losing an hour of sleep when you come back to town. They complain about how tired and sluggish they feel for days afterward.
I am not one of those people. I welcome you with wide-open arms. I gladly forfeit one short hour of sleep if it means I get to drive home with the sun on my face, and - more importantly - enjoy hours of daylight after a day of slaving for the man in my sunless cube.
Your arrival means that spring is here and that summer is not far behind. You are the harbinger of blue skies, blooming flowers, warm breezes, hot sunshine, birds singing, waving green grass, sandals, swimsuits, short sleeves, no outerwear. My frostbitten heart sings with joy when I the first whispers of your return.
So welcome back, DST! It’s nice to see you earlier than last year. I encourage you to hurry back sooner each year until you bump into that dastardly Fall-back Saturday and kick his miserable, lazy behind into next week. Or last year. Something like that.
Warmly,
Violet
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 7, 2011
Since I Been Gone *
Since the last time I wrote, I
...cried a million tears (Like I predicted, our story is not over. But it is on pause.)
...hosted a Superbowl party (The neighbors complained about the noise. College students. At 8:35 p.m. What is this world coming to?)
...flew to the East Coast and back (Don't get me started on baggage fees.)
...danced more than I have danced in years (I'm considering a new life as "that weird old lady who hangs out at the club and dances all by herself".)
...drank some whisky (My life doesn't have enough whisky in it.)
...spent the night in the Minneapolis airport (Why does the tram announcement voice have a British accent?)
...hosted an Academy Awards party (Girls only. We ate, we gossiped, we critiqued the dresses. It was fantastic.)
...lost four pounds (Funny how that happens when one starts paying attention to what and how much one puts in one's mouth.)
Life is good.
*bastardization of Kelly Clarkson's Since You Been Gone
...cried a million tears (Like I predicted, our story is not over. But it is on pause.)
...hosted a Superbowl party (The neighbors complained about the noise. College students. At 8:35 p.m. What is this world coming to?)
...flew to the East Coast and back (Don't get me started on baggage fees.)
...danced more than I have danced in years (I'm considering a new life as "that weird old lady who hangs out at the club and dances all by herself".)
...drank some whisky (My life doesn't have enough whisky in it.)
...spent the night in the Minneapolis airport (Why does the tram announcement voice have a British accent?)
...hosted an Academy Awards party (Girls only. We ate, we gossiped, we critiqued the dresses. It was fantastic.)
...lost four pounds (Funny how that happens when one starts paying attention to what and how much one puts in one's mouth.)
Life is good.
*bastardization of Kelly Clarkson's Since You Been Gone
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