Well, we turned the clocks back last night. It was the usual dithering of which way they were supposed to go and chanting the litany of, "Spring ahead, fall back" as we went about changing clocks in case our hands sabotaged our deed and put the hours ahead by two or subtracted them by four. Is it just me, or do other people spend an extra half an hour researching to make sure you've got it right? The Daylight Savings Paranoia is what it is. In any case, it means walking the dog after work in the dark which isn't so bad except Maggie gets all on guard at night and it makes for a slow walk as she stares into every dark bush.