The day after…
…daylight slavings time–when the clock changes, but your body doesn’t.
Rolling up in a ball doesn’t make a dog any smaller, either.
And, of course, I’ll be crawling into bed at the same time, but my clock says it’s an hour earlier.
Time is going to do what it wants. All we’re doing is pretending we’re making a difference.
This is the human condition, to try to change the world by turning the time back an hour and 6 months later turning it up again. It’s like jumping up and down on a boulder and thinking it’s the boulder that’s actually moving.
Daylight SlavingsTime just makes you want to dynamite someone’s boulder.