So it is 8:38 a.m. on Sunday, March 10. (Or by my body clock, 7:38.) Some genius decided that springing forward before it is actually spring was a good idea. I respectfully disagree.
It is 40 degrees, gray and drizzly outside. Supposedly, this sludge will move on and it will be more "spring-like" today.
Supposedly. I want my hour back.