This week marks the end of the world daylight savings time.
I shake my head in wonder at those who are glad at this onslaught of night.
I discussed the imminent demise with fellow cyclist, Scotty.
“I’m already depressed.”
“Don’t be depressed, Scotty.”
“Is there anything I can do for you?”
“Talk to the President and get him to change this!”
Talk to the President. Well, that’s not going to happen. I’m not even going to talk about the President. One point I am learning by writing this blog is to stick with what I know. Things I don’t know about, like macroeconomics, speaking Spanish, or starting a chess game with e4, I stay away from.
At least the time change will only be for about four months.