The Busted Clock That's Never Right
If you've been reading this blog for any amount of time you may know that sometimes I pride myself on being outside the pack. Not in the soon-to-be-dead gazelle way, but in the iconoclastic beat-of-a-different-drummer way. I blame some of that on growing up in Indiana.
When the rest of the country (except those dotty folk in Arizona) are fooling with Franklin's great time-friggery known as Daylight Savings, Indiana has always minded its own business. Five O'Clock in Hoosier land is Five O'Clock all year long. None of this Five is Six and Six is Five twisted logic sprung from the brain of a skirtchasing kite-flying maniac.
Until now. Today my father informed me that next week my proud state's tradition of marching to the beat of its own clockticking is over. Statewide Daylight Savings Time is now infesting Hoosierland.
I give up. That's it. Tomorrow I'm going to start wearing makeup again, go buy a minivan and eat some processed cheese.