One hour this way or that doesn’t seem to effect us really. Lunch is now at 12 instead of 11 and it will switch again in the fall, I suppose. The internal alarms that tell us we are up too late begin their protest at 10; far later than any 3 yr old should be awake (at least in this house). One week later we have yet to acknowledge the existence of Daylight Savings. But tomorrow our choices may bite us. As we head to worship, our fellow churchgoers, well adjusted by now to the change, will most likely wear cheery dispositions along with their Sunday best. I will simply be glad if everyone has shoes on and no one is trampled in the mad dash to arrive on time.
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