From the GREAT STATE OF MAINE…
Let's Do the Time Warp Again
Twice a year we move our clocks in one direction or the other by an hour. This Sunday we move them in the direction modern-day Republicans hate: forward.
Time. Slippery thing. No one knows how much they'll get, but most people agree that whatever it is it's not enough. We want time and we need time but too often we don’t take time or make time. We take time-outs, but a lot of good it does because time doesn't care about your time-out…it rolls merrily along. Also no time-and-a-half, you moocher.
It took me 20 minutes to write that paragraph. That's time I didn’t have but somehow I found it and now it's lost.
The Women’s Suffrage March on Washington happened 105 years ago this month and it feels like ancient history. The Selma to Montgomery marches took place 53 years ago this week this week and it feels like the blink of an eye. And time flew so fast between Trump’s flip-and-flop on North Korea that Chris Cillizza didn’t even have time to blurt out “Truly this was the day he became president.” And speaking of time:
Time you enjoyed wasting is not wasted time. (T.S. Elliot)
Day, n. A period of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent. (Ambrose Bierce)
Aside from Velcro, time is the most mysterious substance in the universe. You can’t see it or touch it, yet a plumber can charge you upwards of seventy-five dollars per hour for it, without necessarily fixing anything. (Dave Barry)
Everywhere is walking distance if you have the time. (Stephen Wright)
So, anyway. Clocks forward an hour Sunday morning at 2am. We lose an hour of sleep. Thanks a lot, Obama.
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