I asked someone to set my bedside clock back before I went to bed last night. The person set the time ahead instead. I'm on it though. Time changes make me nervous when it comes catching buses. In the world of transportation for people with mobility issues, an hour is a big deal. Well, even five minutes can mean a missed ride and a flubbed day. A mistake of hour when catching a bus means any hope of salvaging the day's plans is gone. You're screwed. It's best to suck it up and get the time right next time.
Speaking of buses and time, I have a bus to catch soon. My family is having dinner, which is always fun. We haven't all been together in a few weeks. Sadly, the Observer can't come. Today is his father's birthday. I understand. We always live with value that family comes first. There are so many celebrations and so little time. Though an extra hour would be sweet, it wouldn't change that we can't do everything we wish we could. That said, life is for living and maybe a little extra shut eye would help us live better.