Yesterday was Daylight Stupid Time, in which some unnamed They people dork around with my hour twice a year, first taking it away in the spring and then acting like they are such great Good Guys by returning it, apparently unharmed, in the fall. Every year the They people repeat this, touting the goodness of theft, arbitrarily removing and replacing my hour.
THEY ARE LYING: there always remains 24 hours in the day!!!!
If anonymous They people can do such a thing, I, too, can create a movement:
Everyone hates poor Monday. Vilified, decried, despised.
I hearby declare Monday’s name is changed to Bob.
Now you can awaken after a pleasant weekend and, instead of dreading Monday, you can enjoy a nice cup of coffee with Bob.
Happy Bob Day!