Woo-eee, I can tell by that last sentence I have been reading far to many 19th Century novels.
I did the clock-change thing this morning, so my mood is not the greatest. I woke up at
The concept might have had some small credence when working people went to bed shortly after sunset, but in today's world of artificial light and late night TV, most of us get far less sleep than our grandfathers. One could only sit around in the parlor listening to Fannie play the pianoforte for so long in the evening.
For you environmental weenies out there -- no energy is saved if instead of turning your lamps on at night you must burn your curly pig-tail bulbs more in the morning. Thus endeth sermon until fall, when we go through the same idiocy once again.
I need to find something to get into a good mood again. I need a good light-hearted movie. Maybe me and Elvis will Follow that Dream. Better yet, maybe me and Elvis will go to a clambake. I better go check the DVD cabinet.
Have a good Sunday. *
*I ran a spell check after I typed that last sentence and I wrote Have a good Sinday instead of Sunday. Dr. Freud call you office...