"Should Have Gave You All My Hours . . ."

Tonight we'll all be changing our clocks for the beginning of Daylight Saving Time. Again. It seems odd to me that something as important as time can be changed just by renaming it. Think about it: on one Sunday each spring, in the dead of night, the sixty minutes between two a.m. and three a.m. simply disappear. Poof! We couldn't use them if we wanted to.

It's even odder in the fall, when those same sixty minutes are squeezed back into the schedule by giving each minute the same name as a different minute that occurred an hour earlier. For example, a baby could be born at precisely 2:16 a.m. on the November day when time "falls back," and another baby could be born exactly an hour later--at precisely 2:16 a.m.

This has me wondering: if it's so simple to change time, wouldn't it be great if Monday could be changed back to Sunday once in a while? Yeah, I know, we'd have to make it up. But the make-up day could be declared a holiday; a lot of those seem arbitrary, too.

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Today's Saturday Song Selection is a current favorite. I like it so much that I can't help singing along with it, belting out the bits of bad grammar as enthusiastically as the rest of it. There's just something especially endearing about a man who oozes so much sincerity while admitting he screwed up. Enjoy!

The song is "When I Was Your Man" by Bruno Mars.
Thanks to callmejell for posting the video and lyrics on YouTube.