It's the little things. Really.

Daylight savings, bitches.

So yesterday it came to my attention that we rolled our clocks back an hour, or "[fell] back," if you will (won't you, please?). This was somewhat of a surprise, since the last few weeks were freaking hyphy at work and it was like nose2grindstone4rillz proper, and that's where the focus was directed. Mainly.

I am always delighted by this fall-back phenomenon. It's like the universe reaches out, "here, have an hour to sleep in. When you wake up, you will think, 'normally I would be at work at this time.' But no, at home in bed instead." = awesome.

Kind of like calling in sick when you know all those other suckers are toiling away and you're straight chilling, watching all the Tyra show and daytime crapola you can handle (fully loaded with commercials encouraging you to get your GED/bail bond/accident attorney). "Lessons from Judge Joe Brown" coming soon.

There's a trade-off, however. When you roll out of worky-work at the usual hour, it's dark. Um, so? People didn't army-crawl out of primordial sludge and build shelters fully-loaded with electric lighting for nothing ("Treatise on Why Camping Blows" to follow).