There is one thing I don’t think my father and I will ever agree on… and that is timing. For my father’s half hour early, I am a half hour “reasonable.” Right, Dad? 😉 I am not late for things; I am only sure to use every minute as efficiently as possible before I must be somewhere. I am not late for weddings, funerals, or any appointment. But…
This is one of my hot buttons… I abhor daylight saving time. I hate it. My body hates it. My mind hates it. My life hates it. Does anyone else feel as strongly as I do? The spring, in particular, is my biggest gripe, I don’t have the bandwidth at this stage in my life to lose an hour. I remember when the kids were little–it was terrible. …