SON OF A BITCH, (Pardon My French,) I forgot to get up at 2:AM last night to change my clocks back.
I’ve been living a Time Lie for the past 8 hours, or more depending on what time it is?
Will you forgive me? Will anybody forgive me? How can I ask to be forgiven when I cannot forgive myself.
I’m living in that weird time continuum between perpetuity and reality when some of my clocks change themselves and the other half don’t.
I look at one and see I have plenty of time, and look at another and see I’m late. What is a person to do?
How can I cook my eggs?
I guess I should be thankful nobody burgled my house. The police would think I did it because I could not give an accurate time…”It was 3 o’clock…No, it was 3 o’clock.”
I called Dial-A-Time and got the same time twice.
I’ll be glad when Nevada stops changing clocks. If you live in a state where they still do call your congressman…It’s Free!
Time waits for no man/woman. And cares not what laws degree. I had them set back my clocks to what my automatic clock reset computers (good old AI) did and got through this one without time warp. Whew!
Deputy Dave Jenkins sets out to find the murderer of the local high school principal, aided by a voice from the grave that is sometimes helpful and sometimes misleading.
"Murder isn't usually this funny."
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Bye, George,
Ron