Climate Change

Out time changed to Pacific Daylight Time yesterday, which means going around muttering to oneself all day...'spring forward, fall back'...or OilMan's refrain, 'the clock says 8am but it's really 7am', to which I respond, 'no John, it's really the time the clock says it is.'

What a difference a sunny day can make.  I enjoyed Pilates class even though we had to get out my least favorite piece of equipment, the dread BOSU, a sort of half ball.Sherisse, the teacher promised me that she would teach me to love it. Bob, who usually is full of stories, was strangely quiet, and Larry, who usually gasps and groans so loudly that the rest of us sometimes fear for his life, showed up just as we were finishing, not, he said, because he forgot about the time change, but because he forgot what time the class started. 

OilMan met us all at Trail House for a coffee. By the time we finished drinking our coffee and putting the world to rights, the weather had warmed up,  and OilMan and I decided to go down the road to VJB where we had wine to pick up and the terrace was warm enough to sit outside with a glass of 'primitivo' and a panini.

Life is good....