Spring Back • Fall Forward

I am currently somewhere just over the horizon from tired.

In the last two weeks the weather has shifted repeatedly from arctic, to mild, and back again.  I was, for the most part, scheduled off from work on the days when the glaciers advanced, meaning I was trapped inside a house without a working furnace, and with no easy way to restock dwindling provisions.  Starvation, I am happy to say, was mostly avoided.

Conversely, on the days when the glaciers receded and warmer temperatures took hold, I was scheduled odd work hours, making it quite impossible to clean up all the woolly mammoth carcasses that were left strewn about the landscape.

Weekend plans, involved the arrival of company, and a manic cleaning of my home.  This, in a desperate attempt to disguise the fact that I’d been living like a cave dweller these last few weeks.

And finally, after a number of false starts, due mostly to a 10-day weather forecast that couldn’t remain consistent for more than a few hours at a stretch, Saturday was spent, with the aforementioned company, wandering around Fair Park in Dallas for the 33rd Annual North Texas Irish Festival.

It was a great day, full of food, shopping, and wonderful music, capped off by a rousing performance from the always amazing Eileen Ivers.

It was a great day – and exhausting.

Then, to top it all off, Daylight Savings Time went into effect on Sunday morning.

And I think that was the last straw.

I’m done in.


I could rattle on about the futility of rolling the clock forward and back in some misguided attempt to match the numbers on the clock to the position of the sun in the sky…, I could wonder why we do not simply allow businesses to adjust their hours of operation (should they so choose), rather then screwing up the sleep-cycles of an entire population…, I could…, but I won’t.  Because I simply haven’t got the energy.

Metropolis Clock

“Spring Forward,” they tell us, “and Fall Back.”

The madness must end!

Which is why, every year, I say something just a little bit different.

Spring Back • Fall Forward.

I just slip it into conversation without calling attention to it.  It sounds familiar and plausible enough, to pass without noticing.  Once you’re used to it, it rolls right off the tongue.  Which is exactly what I want it to do.

I want to make it subliminal.  I want to sow doubt, and maybe, just a little chaos.

I want to muck up the works of the big imaginary clock which they, whoever ‘they’ are, keep messing with.

So far…, the results are less than hopeful.  Which is why I could use your help.

Spring Back • Fall Forward.

Tell a friend.  Remind a stranger.

Spring Back • Fall Forward.

Yes, it’s too late for us right now, but November will be here sooner than you think (we’ve already lost an hour).  We still have plenty of time to spread the word.

For now, I think I’m going to fall forward, into bed.

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One response to “Spring Back • Fall Forward

  1. LOL – enjoyed! We have rain again here in our neck of N Texas – not complaining but I’ll be grateful to see the run peek out for a bit. My blog today may interest you: https://saymber.wordpress.com/2015/03/09/9-march-2015-spiritual-gatherings-orgonite-pets-and-my-latest-wire-jewelry/ – hope you got rest!

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