It is. It did.
We had a party last night, which lasted fairly late…so our household (read, Jane) is still abed.
We ate way too much pizza.
I, being a wuss, and tired, turned in a wee bit early. But it was fun. We had ball-jointed dolls all over the place. I don’t follow all the conversation, but I do appreciate pizza and people having a good time. Nice folk, all.
Yes! World Resin Domination! LOL!
I wish to goodness they’d either take that durned hour and keep it, or give it back and let us keep it. This back and forth and back and forth business drives me nuts! Do they know how many cotton-picking digital clocks they are making me have to change back and forth twice a year?
Speaking of clocks, the other day, I was struck by an interesting difference between my parents’ house and mine, and how our two generations tell time. My mom wears a watch. Always has. Puts it on when she gets up. She has an alarm clock in their bedroom, my dad has a talking clock by his chair (he’s visually impaired), there’s a digital clock in the kitchen (only because it came with the radio) and a grandfather clock by the entry hall that plongs the quarter hours and the hour and is usually wrong. There are no clocks in the two bathrooms or the two other bedrooms, the den or the living room. I very rarely wear a watch, and there’s at least one digital clock in every room of my house including bathrooms, two in the kitchen and three in my bedroom, plus assorted analog clocks that are mostly decorative. When my mom wants to know what time it is, she looks at her watch. When I want to know what time it is, I look for a clock. When I’m at her house, I’ve been known to pull up the guide on the TV to see what time it is! The other day, I asked somebody the time, and they got out their cell phone.
All of my clocks are digital. I just don’t reset all of them. And sometimes it’s a day or two later before I get to it (usually that’s the one in the car).
Huh. I’m halfway between your mother and you, Wol. If I’m at home and want to know the time, I check the clock for the room I’m in (or the computer, if that’s where I’m sitting.) If I’m going out, though, I always put on a watch. And it feels weird not to, even if I’m just going out to dump the trash in the bin, and will be coming right back in.
I think of my cell phone as a pocket watch. Still have a old (works beautifully) alarm clock beside the bed, otherwise it’s the cell phone with different “alarms” in various tunes. And I second the motion on the goverment making up their ever lovin’ collective minds. I HATE switching time, takes my body at least 2 weeks to reset.
One thing—at least the cats will be happy. They LIVE on DST! Winter is an endless argument.
I hope Jane got her fill of pepperoni pizza 😉
To the gills. 😉