Daylight savings time more'n minute effect on me

Daylight savings time more'n minute effect on me In 2024, daylight savings time will begin at two o'clock ante meridiem on Sunday, March tenth. That will mean losing an hour of precious sleep and moving the clocks (around your house, and sundry frequented places) forward one hour, though your cell phone, computer, and television plus other electronic devices will likely automatically adjust. The sun will appear to rise and set an hour later. Father time evinces spectacular robustness despite weathering setback of countless finagling representation viz Chronos (/'kro?n?s, -o?s/; Greek: ??????, [k?rónos], "time"), also spelled Khronos or Chronus, is a personification of time in pre-Socratic philosophy and later literature. Chronos. Personification of time. Time Clipping Cupid's Wings (1694), by Pierre Mignard. Symbol. Though crafted a few years back jet lag effect affects yours truly twice each year when schedules within body electric such as circadian rhythm dislocate psyche analogous to seismic shift NOT attributed to global warming, nor aeronautically bound sky high, but linkedin to hour hand on analog clock set ahead or behind one hour. Just about a bajillion moments ago (from date/time I wrote these words), a dawning realization arose within this sol son begat from ma late mother and (initial commencement of this poem) while then octogenarian widower father, lived at Normandy Farms Senior Community in Blue Bell, Pennsylvania (he since passed away October 7th, 2020) oh... no nothing cat tuss strophic, boot merely the revelation, how fist bumping dee clocks an hour hand ahead remembered by dat dog gone refrain spring ahead, and fall back, this unemployed chap doth down play eclat attests that his quotidian rising schedule minimally affected holed up here in Highland Manor named flat roomy enough for thyself, the Missus, and buzzfeed ding fruit flies each approximately the size of a gnat a minor nuisance, though tolerable within this appealing habitat, where minor inconvenience experienced by this Schwenksville, Pennsylvania resident cuz as a recipient of social security disability (social anxiety) this psyche didst get rent, which fixed (unearned) income budgeted and predominantly costs of living money spent hence no need to arise bright tailed and bushy black eyed, pea yon sought freedom akin to folks camped out in a tent, which exemption immunizes this doodle ling middle aged muddle brained chap subjected to ranting courtesy early morning drivers, who angrily, frenetically, and splenetically rant and vent thus, the tendency, piquancy, and lunacy to twitter (for the Yardbirds), and keep company with night owls, who went a hooting for all the world wide web to hear, whence dawgs Bach the exact number of hours, yet oblivious to the tight rigorous tenon mortised schedule manned by Mister Clock, essentially foisting on Bread Winners, an abstract artificial construct spurring madcap commuters to scurry in the rat race, lest tardiness could cost more than paycheck (to ap pier with permanent dock hue ment aye shun), an unwonted blot add hoc king worry about getting canned - i.e. on permanent furlough, perhaps forced into a life of crime, yet if caught... wasting away in a jail cell as warden turns the lock one redeeming factor, would offer opportunity to mock management, and more pertinently mandate to rock and roll to the incessant muted, rhyme without reasonable schlock yet devastatingly loud tick tock analogous to stir fries noisily prepared in wok.