You Guys All Jazzed About Falling Back?

That sweet, sweet, sweet hour is so precious, and yet so fleeting. By the time I even realized that Daylight Savings Time was actually in effect via the incongruous time on my microwave--because tv cable and cellphones switch automatically--the buzz was already killed. I say we get to fall back two hours. What's an hour these days? It's like twenty bucks. Close to useless.