You can buy a whole castle in France for just about half of what our new neighbors across the hall paid for their 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom apartment with no parking and apartments above and below them. Actually, two castles. What’s wrong with this picture?
Maybe we should sell our apartment and move to France. I could definitely find somewhere to park on 5 acres of land, and they drive on the correct side of the road in France, with no speed limits on the autoroutes.
Au revoir, y’all!
You’d think that the time change would make it easier for me to get up in the mornings, but as usual, I am perverse and am having a bad time getting up. Technically, I’m getting an extra hour of sleep, but it doesn’t seem to help. My whole body feels like lead in the morning and the last thing I want to do is drag my leaden self out of my featherbed to face yet another day of mathy work. Especially when I’m having a fun dream like I was right before the alarm went off this morning: shopping for dresses with Marilyn Monroe. Real life is never that fun.
No-one knows why we go through this twice-yearly nonsense of setting the clocks forward or back. When you ask people why we do it, they mostly say either “for the farmers” or “because of the war” (meaning WWII). Even someone with my poor math skills knows that the war ended nearly 60 years ago, so how relevant can it possibly be? And it’s always dark when I get up and go to work, all year, so I bet you it’s the same for the farmers who are theoretical supporters of daylight savings time. Has anyone even asked these farmers what they think of it? Or any of us, for that matter? I think abolishing the entire stupid business should appear on the next national election ballot, and we can all join those states who are already wise enough not to bother with it.