Or as I call it, “Just one more Got damn thing to keep track of.”

My life isn’t really that difficult.  I spend most of my time playing with puppies and eating crackers.

It may be time to end my hermitage.  This is the first time that I’ve been surprised by DST.  I’ve forgotten to change my clocks or forgotten what day it is, but this morning, when NPR announced the time, I thought they’d made a mistake.  Usually someone tells me.

When I was teaching, my protégé, Jess, would tell me about this sort of thing.  For backup, my social coordinator, Terri, would mention it.  That’s what I’m missing.  I’m not really a hermit, I just don’t have any lady friends who I see regularly enough to cover for my gaps in competence.  It may be time to join a pickle ball team.

DST caught everyone by surprise, so at 7:30 am, it was still dark, Sparky was still sleeping in the snack pit, and still lit by the blue LED soffit lights that go off at dawn.  The fluorescent colors of the balls and leash look good in the short wavelength light.

Sparky says my limited social circle has caused me to lose focus.  I have to work on my brand. 

I need a meme for my social media campaign.  How about.

Sparky likes it.  He’s seen more movies and recognizes that it alludes to Rowdy Roddy Piper’s work.

Rusty is afraid that I’m really out of crackers.