Although I may not know the correct time, I do know it is Sunday. I could not figure out why I was so groggy this morning. After a nice strong cup of Irish Breakfast I went to rinse my cup and the microwave said “WTF are you doing in the kitchen at this ungodly hour I am displaying?” To which I replied, “WTF? Am I dead?”
Creeping back into my bedroom I asked Tommy what time it was. He told me.
Me: No, really, what time is it?
Him: No, really, the time changed. The correct time is on the alarm clock or your phone.
Me: Time doesn’t change! What devilry is this? What am I supposed to do now?
Him: I have an errand to run. Bye.
Me: Gutless Coward! I will not give in to these shenanigans.
Bottom line? I have no idea what time it is. The past few days have been rather emotional for me. I don’t know why. My brain is probably figuring some stuff out.
Last night we had a quiet night in. Grabbed some grub at the Black Bear Diner. And came home and snuggled on the sofa to watch Thor: Ragnarok. Because Thor and Loki are my favorite boyfriends. It was hilarious. Then we had a mug cake and went to bed.
So sometime in the night someone changed the time. This has to be the dumbest thing ever. What is the point? We have electricity now so we don’t need to change time to have more daylight. And this entire daylight savings time…what is that? Where are we saving the daylight at? I definitely want in on that. Questions people? Inquiring minds want to know what idiot thought this one up!
I am off on an adventure to the pharmacy, maybe Frank will be able to figure out the time for me, or at least give me something to wean myself off the loss of time. Hang in there y’all, I shall return with answers. Or drugs, Whichever!
Happy Sunday! xx Patricia Have Tea, Be Nice, Clip Your Nose Hairs!