Tomorrow night is that ridiculous twice-annual nonsense of changing the clocks — something we are obliged to do just so the powers-that-be can see us scramble to do something completely inane and stupid and pointless just because we have been told to do so. It is the one time of year when living in Saskatchewan makes perfect sense. When they make me God, there will be no more of this malarkey, believe you me!
This idiocy also shows that I am barely connected to the Internet of Things. The computers, the telephone, and the TV cable box all have the times switched automatically by central systems. But my coffee maker, stove, bedside clock, the battery clock on the wall, and even my swanky Bose radio all have to be re-set manually.
Who has time for all this?