So every year I think I can beat the time change and every year I don't. This time I thought I had it, I set my clock ahead Saturday afternoon so that come night time I would think it was that time and cleverly outsmart myself.... Not so much though. It came bedtime, at least the clock said it was bed time but I was not tired, I didn't get to sleep till my regular bedtime. My body doesn't like this change it wants to stay back in winter when it could sleep, not this silly spring forward deal. Oh well at least I made it to church on time, which in the end is the only thing that counts.
The comic is called The Mows. It is a cat comic that I follow daily, pretty funny what cats could think of us.
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