For the record, Daylights Savings Time is just peculiar to me.
I will be confused all day tomorrow, tripping over the dogs who will most likely also be freaked out because my brain won’t be functioning and of course, I will most likely end up in a ditch as I’m trying to figure it all out. And the big daddy of deer hunting season started today. I’ve seen some gruesome things as I drove about.
Gruesome, I’m telling you.
In a week, I won’t care about the time change.
Thus, Daylights Savings Time goes through another yearly cycle for me.
Fall back, campers.
Feh.
