Daylight Standard Time has returned, but my cats aren’t on board. So they woke me up a lot earlier than usual today with a series of increasingly annoying button-pushing via Zelda (Bad Cat).
The definite upside of DST is early to bed, early to rise.
At this my teenage self is rolling her eyes and saying, “Give me an effing break.”
But there’s no reason to heed her criticism of anything since we know what has happened to all her hopes and dreams.
Also: she never had a mug as good as the one I got for my birthday yesterday…
Mug made especially for me by Tomato Street Pottery.