It’s that time of year again. The time change. That hour in between Saturday night and Sunday morning when we’re all supposed to set our clocks back or forward, according to whatever season it is. It’s no secret that I hate the time change with a passion. I find it to be inconvenient, unnecessary, irksome, exhausting, and just plain stupid. In all honesty, it doesn’t matter whether you move the clock forward an hour or backward Continue Reading
