Cartoon from the last time they monkeyed with Daylight Savings Time, back in the 70's:
Nixon cutting a strip off the end of a blanket,
Starts sewing it back on the other end,
"There, now it's much longer."
Anyway, I didn't crawl into my hole for good after all.
I just had a final nasty flare-up of the flu. right in time for the ballet fund-raiser.
I went by the office to help set-up — after ten days of crud I'm finally recovering — and they look at me and say,
"Wow, you look awful."
So anyway, I'm all antibiotic eye drops for the oozing ick, and cough syrup, and aspirins, and (real) sudafeds, just so I can walk around and seem marginally functional.
It all went well, and we made scads of money (relatively).
I didn't die.
It was just a malign joke of the universe to have the clocks go forward that same night.
But it's been a nice couple of days recovering.
One of the silent auction things we got was a group of about 30 CDs and DVDs of ballet and classical music.
So I've just watched three different performances of Giselle.
It may be my favorite ballet — it's not all royalty and primpcesses, not everyone dies at the end, and its final message is forgiveness.
And who doesn't like crowds of dancing, vengeful undead women?