Springing forward. Like being catapulted a little. You get to the next day faster. But you lose something along the way.
I have lost the blog that was. And I had been contemplating changes anyway. But still, to sort of get drop-kicked that direction is…disconcerting.
But sometimes that is how change comes. Now for the direction home…
Don’t forget to change your clocks at 2 am Sunday. Forward.