Just taking a break from reading The Graveyard Book to do a bit of quick blogging. Any day that ends with reading a new Neil Gaiman book is a good day, if you ask me. I’m excited to read it all through, but sad that once I’ve read it, I can’t un-read it and read it again. You know how it goes.
Today the universe also saw fit to bestow upon me a perfect little gift: a question to which I had the answer ready. A woman at the post office – suddenly, and apropos of nothing – asked me, “Do you know when daylight savings time ends?”
I stood up a little straighter, and the sun broke through the clouds, and an angelic choir sang a chord, and I said, “Yes I do. November 2nd.”
Seriously, did someone pay her to ask me that? Because whoever it was, thank you! I felt so very smart and helpful. (I looked up the answer last week.)