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Oct 27, 2003 I'm so mad I could spit. Every time we go from Daylight Slaving Time to Standard Time, I get messed up. Plus I was a week off on Halloween. What is this time thing? It's not that I can't read a clock or don't look at the calendar. I think that I must have finally followed the age old advice. I live one day at a time. That is reportedly good advice. I presume it means pretend every day is your last so eat drink and be merry. No kidding? And die a gourmand, a lush and a giggling fool. How about take care of your pennies and the dollars will take care of themselves? Sure, that's exactly why I have thousands of pennies in moldy jars and my dollars have gone elsewhere in search of a caregiver. Then there's that old adage. Early to bed and early to rise will make you healthy. wealthy and wise. I think that changing the clocks back and forth knocks years off my internal and infernal time clock. Treat, my curtain-climbing cat, just ate my alarm clock. Well, anyway that's what I'll tell my boss when I get there. ------------ To learn more about the author: visit www.RDLarson.com or email RD Larson: RD Larson419@aol.com Comment on this column in the forum. Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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