Embarrassed...

...To say that it’s late, again. And this is another emergency blip.

It, the weevil thing, was (helpfully, but mixed blessingly euw) on the wall.

A good nights sleep and tomorrow is another (albeit different, in terms of clocks) day.

I’m old enough to have done quite a few of these shenanigans, yet every year I have to work it out anew. So we do what with the clocks? And it makes it darker sooner? No, darker later.. The mornings are lighter? But where does the hour go?
(I’ve had birthdays where hours are lost.. And believe me, no one ever remembers in October to give the hour back.
I might just take an hour of birthday tomorrow).