A couple of weeks ago, this was me (less the abnormally straight backpack) calculating whether there was sufficient time to eat supper on our WSW-facing veranda before the sun went behind the ridge.
Now, why bother? Standard time resumes in the wee hours of Sunday morning, don't forget. And there will be wailing and gnashing of teeth from one member of this household.
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My wife has told me this for years. Guess I have to believe her now!
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