Sunday, March 8, 2015
Another arena in which I've given up and tossed in the towel is the change to Daylight Savings Time. For days now I've been getting up at 4:30 so I'd be prepared for the blankety-blank time change this morning. Five-thirty on the dot (new time), my eyes opened. The body and mind still know it was 4:30, but at least I'm keeping pace with the rest of California. I'm not going to perform my semiannual rant-and-rave act. It's a pointless, futile expenditure of energy. My little voice crying in the wilderness can't win.