Old Uncle Dave is still handy for reminding me of things like where to look for my car keys and when to agonize over my multifarious timekeeping mechanisms. I will have to break out the owner's tome for my go cart from the eighth dimension again, and I don't think I'll even bother with the high tech thermostat for my low tech heater. I can totally handle my analog wall clock. I think maybe I need to track down Joely about training my computer to bark instructions to me betimes because I seem to be much more bumbling than ever before lately. I hope it's just my sensitivity to all this tectonic action and/or my infected tooth, but I deeply suspect my chi is exiting through a black hole in my inner space. It's had it with this planet.
So. Spring forward all ye faithful.