The clocks sprang forward Sunday last, putting an end to the delicious three weeks or so in which we here are an hour closer to our friends in the United States. My only reaction, as I wake up nominally later on Sunday morning, is to cheer loudly for the extra hour of light at the end of the day. And yet, for the past three weeks, as every year, my socials have been full of people wailing like banshees. On both sides of the fence. I just don’t get it. The cha...
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