For the next few months, we are on traditional Indiana time. So far west in the Eastern Time Zone it is ridiculous, we used to stay on Standard Time year round. Then some Bozo got the idea we should go on Daylight Savings Time in the summer. Lordy. And the now President of Purdue University, who was once Governor sort of hinted when he ran several years ago, we might regain our year round time status. My mother was always opposed to “Fast Time” – and Mitch Daniels was a hope. Later she would say, “I never would have voted for that boy if I knew he was going to join the Daylight Savings Camp.” She came to call it God Damn Time or Governor Daniels’ Time.

But, for these months, we are back on sane time. I am not even going to think of the first of March when the current bozos have decreed we again move the clocks ahead, THREE WEEKS BEFORE WE USED TO HAVE TO DO IT. Talk about upsetting your circadian cycle; well, no let’s not talk about it.

I will add, one person in this state was always on what we came to call “Mother Time.” So, take that, Governor Daniels.

I suspect that I am not in the greatest of moods today.

A couple of hours have passed and it is a fact: I am not in a good mood. The sun is shining, but I am not. In fact, I can feel my scrunched up mouth expression really showing itself.

Could it be the backyard leaves I raked into piles yesterday that are waiting to be tarped and tugged out to the street?