I hate the time change. There is no one who has known me for any length of time that doesn’t know that. I prefer to just keep what we have. Pick a time and stick with it. Frankly, I like “real” time, better known as Standard Time. I don’t like the switching at all. It used be that the dates for switching kept it 6 months standard, 6 months DST. Not so much now. I actually don’t get it anymore. Enough already. But this post isn’t about that.

I forget how much the fall back influences the crazy drivers. I only work 3 miles from home, when I actually go into the office so I don’t have to deal with the crazy much. I remember hating it in Houston. I mean, we all drive at night. We all know how (most of us anyway). The first week after the fall back, most everyone seems to forget how to drive. Going the speed limit? Forget it. Not coming to complete stop on a green light when you are making a right hand turn? Forget about it. No cars coming the parking lot with a clear view but still slamming on your brakes after starting to go? Forget abou And we have a winner! Thankfully, they were stupid enough pulling away from the gas pump and pulling out of the gas station lot at Costco I was already giving them a wide berth and didn’t expect anything less than what happened.

I just don’t get it. I mean, it just got darker an hour earlier it is not like nuclear winter has fallen upon us and we will never see the light again. Just pretend it is 6 p.m. and not 5 p.m.

Maggie and her roommate are very different from each other. Different is not always bad and doesn’t always mean you are incompatible with someone. Sometimes it does. The roommate (TR) is a year or so older than Maggie, a junior, and on her third university. She went to Notre Dame, a more local to her hometown (Cleveland) and now OU. She has lived a sheltered (and very privileged) life. She has a brother just a couple of months older than she is and he is also going to OU. The brother was in their dorm almost all the time for the first few weeks. Maggie just hated to go home in case he was there. He is a bit immature and doesn’t have much common sense/awareness.

Maggie has had enough. She has decided to switch rooms. She is coming home tomorrow as she has Friday off … and has Botox. On Sunday, we will go back to Athens, hit up the UU church (she will be babysitting during service), grab a bite to eat, then go pack up her dorm room. She doesn’t expect there to be problems but she doesn’t want to show her hand until she is ready to pack up and move. Hopefully she will be able to round up a few friends to help with the actually moving of her stuff.