I came to work late this morning, as part of my protest against daylight savings time, which I refuse to reify with capital letters. I have nothing against daylight that knows its place, nor against saving time. What I protest is that a country as technologically advanced as our own can’t figure out how to save time by setting our clocks back coming and going, instead of this barbarous clocks forward ritual every spring.
And in other news, if you’ve marveled lately at your extra energy, seeming immunity to infections, and imperviousness to pain, perhaps you should read this article about drugs and caffeine in the water supply. Yet another reason to move to the country. Yes, there may be ticks and poison ivy, but at least my kids won’t get hopped up on tap water.
