Daylight Savings, Harbinger of Evil
Did yesterday last 141 years? Maybe it was just me. I am sure I’ve complained lately about not having enough time, but I didn’t mean I wanted more time single-parenting on a cold, gloomy, occasionally-snowing Sunday in November. I wasn’t asking for more housecleaning, more refereeing of rounds of girl-on-girl-wrestling, more moody brooding. More scraping…