The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
Well, the extra hour yesterday was cool, but the freakout on the way to work, with the mid-morning-like sun and the incorrect car clock making me think I was an hour late for work wasn’t.
Neither was wondering why it felt like bedtime at 3:45 p.m.
I’m too old for peeps to be messin’ with the time. Looks like I’ll be beating even the chickens (hi, Amber!) to bed tonight.