I hate the time change! Whether we lose or gain an hour, everything is thrown off for days. How can I convince myself that it's "really" ten a.m. when the clock says eleven, or vice versa? Our departed cats never adjusted; they ran on feline time.
I wonder what the folks who live in the golden land on the other side of the moon think about this. Perhaps they are laughing at our foolish attempts to reset the moon and stars for our own ends. I'm sure all the cats in heaven can't be bothered to scoff at our silliness. It's time for a nap.
About Me
- M.A. Dering
- I have lived in Manhattan for 30 years; I work as a writer and am a licensed NYC sightseeing guide, both of which give me the opportunity to research and write about the city I love.
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