It seems like 2021 just started, yet here we are at the end of the second week of the third month, on the 13th day of the new year. There are only two and a half weeks remaining in the first quarter of 2021. Can you believe that?
We change our clocks to Daylight Saving Time tonight. Well actually at 2:00 am tomorrow morning, but since I’ll be going to bed well before midnight, I’ll be moving all my clocks up by an hour before I go to sleep. I still don’t see the purpose for changing our clocks twice a year — an hour ahead in the spring and then an hour behind in the fall. Who thought that was a good idea? All it does is fuck up my sleep patterns, which are pretty fucked up to begin with.
Oh, the other thing this stupid semiannual ritual of changing the clocks fucks up is the timing for my scheduled posts. For example, my FOWC with Fandango prompt is scheduled to post at one minute past midnight Pacific Time tonight. And my response to Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday prompt is scheduled to post at 3:00 am tomorrow morning. But it seems that every year, WordPress somehow manages to screw that up. So my FOWC with Fandango prompt will like be posted either tonight at 11:01 pm tonight or tomorrow at 1:01 am. And my Song Lyric Sunday post will be published at either 2:00 am or 4:00 am tomorrow.
Well, I’m not going to lose any sleep over it, either way. Hell, maybe WordPress will get it right and the posts will actually be published at 12:01 am and 3:00 am, respectively, when I want them to be. But, whatever will be will be. Que será, será.
Written for Linda G. Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt. Linda give us “day/week/month/year,” and asks us to use one, use them all, use them any way we’d like I our posts.