I will be reluctantly springing ahead. Tonight marks the end of my favorite time of year. Not that I don't like spring. I love spring. I just like it to be nice and dark when I go to bed. HB, on the other hand, likes it to be nice and light when he wakes up so he can go surfing. So both of us whine and complain and say mean things about the asinine lawmakers who decided to bring on Daylight Savings Time earlier. It now lasts for most of the year, and I hate it, hate it, hate it.
In a real sense, people who have read good literature have lived more than people who cannot or will not read. It is not true that we have only one life to live; if we can read, we can live as many more lives and as many kinds of lives as we wish. ~S.I. Hayakawa
The World is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page. ~St. Augustine
Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness. ~Mark Twain