Tonight is the night we are supposed to “spring forward” and turn our clocks an hour ahead for Daylight Savings time. I wish to goodness they’d leave the &%^#@*! clocks alone! DST is completely pointless. It disrupts everybody’s circadian rhythms for no good reason, causes an increase in both traffic and workplace accidents due to lack of sleep, and its purported benefits of saving energy are bogus (it actually causes a rise in energy consumption). Not only that, everybody hates it. And, in the town I live in, where our stupid founding fathers laid the streets out in an east-west/north-south grid*, commuters who have to drive to work in an easterly direction (and home in a westerly direction) especially hate it. Just about the time that the seasons work around to where the sun rises early enough or late enough that you don’t have to drive right into it to get to work, they change the stupid clocks . . .
Tonight, I wasn’t able to work after 10 p.m. owing to the fact that the servers that handle the dictation went down for maintenance from 10 p.m. to 2 a.m. As soon as I get this posted, I’m going to do the stupid clock dance and change every *&*^%$#! clock in the house ahead one hour, and then go to bed, because I have to get up at 6 o’clock to take mom to the airport so she can fly down to Pearland to attend her brother’s funeral Tuesday. Her flight departs at 8:30, which means she has to be at the airport by 7:30 to check in and go through all the security rigamarole. She has to change planes in Dallas both going and coming — at this late date, that was all that was available going into Houston Hobby, which is located, most conveniently, between Houston and Pearland, and is about 10 minutes from her niece’s house. I’ll have to leave knitting group a little early to go pick mom her up when she comes back Tuesday.