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.
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!
Thanks to callmejell for posting the video and lyrics on YouTube.