Timing of sunlight affects me a great deal more than the number on the clock does. Which is why I’m a fan of daylight savings. It means i don’t have to wake up before dawn in the winter, and also don’t wake up crazy early in the summer, so i can stay in synch with other people, including most of my friends who socialize at night.
I think ‘few’ is a relative term; more akin to a percentage than an absolute number. Few in the context of stars in the galaxy is a different thing than few in terms of say English monarchs.
It means I at least ought to wake up before dawn in the winter; and, that just as it’s getting light early enough in the morning to wake me, I get yanked back into dark mornings by daylight “savings” time.
If the sun’s going to wake me up too early in midsummer, I can always pull the curtains; and if I’m tired enough I’ll probably sleep past dawn even if I don’t. Getting to bed at anything remotely resembling a reasonable hour in midsummer is harder, and that’s made worse by daylight savings time.
I’m with @thorny_locust on the time switch. Now that I won’t be going to work, I suspect it won’t be a bad, but it was always just getting to a nice time when I didn’t have to get up in the dark anymore and I’d gotten through the time when I had to drive directly into the sun on the way to work when I had to do it all over again. Now I’ll just be making dinner later than we mean to eat and having to adjust my bedtime so I sync up with the outside world.
The bath mats in our house are plush affairs with sturdy rubber backings so they’re less of a slip hazard. I always dry off most of the way in the shower, but in the only one in the household who does, so the mat often has wet spots in it, since I usually shower latest at night.
For the express lane, I tend to be a rule-follower when it affects other people, and I have a horror of being rude or inconveniencing others, so I count the items carefully. And I won’t actually fight you if you’re over the limit, but you’ll be getting some scornful side-eye!
Yeah, this is me. I also frequently “disobey” the GPS lady, if I know a slightly better route than the one recommended.
I’ve been involved in that situation called a “traffic stop” twice. Once I was just beyond the CHP guy on the motorcycle swirling across the lanes, but the next time I got caught. Very frustrating!
The time change affects me less and less since I’ve retired, but my dog has a highly accurate internal clock. We laugh, because when he’s been sleeping on the couch and starts to stir, we say “look at the clock.” It’s nearly always within 10 minutes or less of his next meal (he has intestinal issues, so he gets at least four small meals a day). So, he takes a little time (a few days) to adjust.
Living in Arizona I’m ordinarily unaffected by DST but this year my newish phone was set, unnoticed, to Denver and not Phoenix. I thought it was awfully dark outside when the damn thing woke me up.
Ages ago I had an atomic clock by Oregon Scientific (may they rot in hell) and there was no way to tell the thing we don’t mess with Og’s time here. DST would happen and it would set itself ahead an hour. I would set it back, and a few hours later it was on DST again. Lather, rinse, repeat for weeks sometimes. I gave up and would let it be an hour off for most of the year.
A burglar broke in and stole the thing. I was so happy.
Three broken bones, all after age 40:
- Tailbone (broken while slipping while walking down the stairs, and landing hard on my butt)
- Toe (stubbed hard against a piece of furniture)
- Wrist (slipped and fell on ice in a parking lot)
Only the last one got a cast; the other two were, “well, that sucks, it’ll heal” (and taping the broken toe to its neighbor for a few weeks).
I’ve broken my tailbone, and suffered 2 incidents of breaking different bones in the same unfortunate toe plus the toe beside it the second time.
It’s possible I’ve broken a toe or two over my lifetime, but not certain. I’ve never had a broken bone that was diagnosed and/or treated, so I answered “none.”
I broke my pinkie playing football when I was in high school. (but not playing for the high school team)(and going up for a long pass in a crowd, not in a rough-and-tumble collision)(and it took me a week to finally go in and get it looked at)
No broken bones yet, knock on wood, although I’ve been bruised and battered in sports and/or due to my own occasional clumsiness.
Tough call between Gluttony and Lust, but… I eat every day.
Tough call on Ralph Wiggums, with cat food a real favorite. Still, I ended up picking “other” for one my son and I still use on occasion, when things get boring: “So…do you like…stuff?”
I’m very well acquainted with the seven deadly sins
I keep a busy schedule trying to fit them in
I’m proud to be a glutton and I don’t have time for sloth
I’m greedy and I’m angry and I don’t care who I cross
-Warren Zevon
I broke my pinkie playing softball in elementary school. We didn’t play with gloves (!)
I broke my wrist about ten years ago when I fell down the concrete steps onto the concrete floor of our parking area in our condo complex.
For most annoying UK accent I picked Cockney, just because it’s one I’m familiar with, but honestly I’m probably not familiar enough with all the different UK accents to really have an informed opinion.
The only thing bone-like that I’ve broken is a heel spur. (The podiatrist was impressed)
Yeah, I couldn’t vote. They all sound the same to me. (or at least, I wouldn’t know how to identify the differences)
I broke my arm hang gliding.
Other, lots of 737s.