A standard sunset

Hurrying home from Demeter's, I saw a crisp, not-quite-full full moon swinging up into the sky. I glanced over my shoulder to the west, and picked up my pace, heading straight through the building entrance to the elevator, where I rose to the fifth floor, turned right, and through the door that leads to the roof.

There's talk of moving to Pacific Daylight Time permanently. I'm not sure how great an idea this is; plenty of health researchers are not in favour.

This may be the last Pacific Standard Time sunset in British Columbia.

Daylight saving whine

I was standing at the pick-up counter of our local drugstore this morning when I realized how peculiar I was feeling. It was 8:30 am, but 7:30 standard time and that was the whole problem. I was navigating myself through the day in a city full of sleepy and cranky people, and it will take at least three days before I feel anywhere near normal again.

Arguments for and against daylight savings time can be found here, but I found myself laughing hysterically at this item from HBO's Last Week Tonight

Beware, it's not very respectful to Germans, and downright rude to cows:


I admit I'm a bit punchy, so I may not find this as funny when my circadian rhythms recover.

Too damn tired

It's March. It's Ottawa. It's Daylight Saving Time, and I get one less hour to sleep.