I have been driving around, running errands and trying to figure out what to blog about today that would seem worth the trouble of someone going out of their way to read it. And then I remembered what today was. March 15. Do you know that we have Shakespeare to thank for not having to file our annual income tax today, but a month from now (Bear with me. My graduate degree is in Shakespeare and I don’t get to use it very often)? Originally, separating you from your money took place on March 15th of the year but apparently the Internal Revenue Service (love that last word) was sensitive way back then and took offense at all the “Beware the Ides of March” jokes (courtesy of Julius Caesar) that came its way so the date was changed to April 15th. Sadly, the only trauma attached to that date is that it is the deadline for filing for the previous year without a penalty.

Forgive me but I’m afraid I’m feeling a bit grumpy this morning (or actually, this afternoon). I feel like this every year when I have an hour stolen out of a schedule that already requires a shoehorn in order to squeeze anything additional into it. My day begins at 4 when I hit the day running (people to feed and get out the door, a dog to run after, loosely disguised as “taking the dog for a walk”) and usually doesn’t stop until ten or eleven that evening. I am not one of those bright-eyed and bushy-tailed morning people, but I have resigned myself to getting up at an hour when even God is asleep. That would be the aforementioned 4 A.M. Getting up at 3 because the bureaucrats in Washington, D.C. cannot get themselves to do away with something that came into being in modern times in order to “conserve coal in wartime” is more than just a bit disconcerting, it’s downright annoying. It is also enough to make me groggily contemplate moving to Arizona because Daylight Savings Time doesn’t exist in Arizona (possibly because they might have a “No Stupidity Zone” there, I’m not sure) However, I am so pale (I have seven little men following me wherever I go) I am fairly certain that my skin would instantly turn into leather if I were exposed to the Arizona sun for more than ninety seconds. So I am doomed to being groggy for more than six months a year (the Powers That Be in their infinite wisdom have extended Daylight Savings Time on both ends, beginning it sooner and ending it later) until some kind legislator with pull decides that perhaps the public at large has better things to do with their time than attempting to reprogram their DVRs (VCRs in some cases)twice a year and just end this “Spring forward, Fall back” nonsense once and for all. Hey, it could happen. I’m an optimist and still believe in Santa Claus.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go over to my mother-in-law’s and try to explain to an 85 year old woman why her “magical” VCR didn’t tape her favorite Soap Opera. Pray for me.

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Marie Ferrarella

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