I was awake at the moment of the time change and I’m happy to report that nothing happened as an hour slipped away. There was no flash. There was no smell of

There’s a shack along the side of the road painted with Miss Kitty’s exit 6.

I am very particular about my toilet paper. I don’t really care about the brand, although I do have one that I usually buy. I am loyal to soft toilet paper. I

I have neighbors whose last name is Disco. I have never heard music emanating from their house, nor seen flashing lights in the windows, but I’m sure they can dance.

I don’t think I’m starting to get paranoid about this, but I’m on so many video calls where people have substituted a virtual background for their real background that it