An Extra Hour of Old Age

This is the night we set our clocks back one hour. I hate doing it. Everyone hates doing it.

Worst of all? This year it will be my birthday when we set the clocks back, so that means I’ll be cursed with one extra hour of decrepitude.

I only thank God that I’m not still four years old, with another 48 years to live on this awful planet that is getting more awful by the minute.

See you when I’m 52.


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