Enjoying my work at the moment! Preparing a story for class about the springs in Florida. Gathering the information was the adventure! Now it’s time to finish the writing.

Tomorrow morning will be the worst day of the year for me. It is every year. Followed only by the dinner after going off daylight savings time. Tonight at 2 a.m., we set our clocks forward an hour (but most of do this task before bedtime).

Why? No good reason that many of us can note. It’s a relic. Some tout that it saves energy and is an economic boost for retailers (you know, the shop-til-you-drop advocates). Others say it protects school children at the bus stop. Really? Well they will be plunged into darkness on Monday morning as will the rest of us when our alarms sound at daybreak and we wonder what happened to the sun.

In 2007, then President George Bush left us the legacy of adding more insult to the clock-changing regime by forcing Americans to make the shift to DST in early March and not make the switch back to “natural” time until November 6. There are plenty of studies to show that this ritual does not save energy and causes people and domesticated animals stress two times a year, every year.

So if you agree, then occupy this petition that asks the current White House to eliminate daylight savings time. Perhaps it can become a campaign platform. If 150 people sign this by the end of the month (March 31), it will stay on the site awaiting another 24,850 electronic signatures, and then supposedly, according to the White House website, “We the People,” it will be brought to someone’s attention. President Obama are you listening?

Sign up NOW! Here’s the link to End Daylight Savings Time.

After reading Lee Fang’s article about the big secret meeting hosted by the Koch brothers in Palm Springs, I could only marvel at the silliness of grown men (and probably a few women) playing like children in their clandestine tree house. I wonder if they have secret decoder rings? Made out of gold, I suppose, rather than plastic ones found in cereal boxes. This secret club, however, met at a posh hotel and had lots of hired bullies to protect them. Clearly these wealthy leaders are afraid or they would not perceive the need for so much security and privacy. What do they have to hide? Are they embarrassed by their riches? Is there some shadowy debauchery going on like in Eyes Wide Shut?

What are they planning? Do they perceive their importance and knowledge is so much greater than everyone else? Have they stumbled upon the meaning of life and fear sharing it will somehow lessen their experience of it?

What I realized after reading about the secrecy and security is how lucky I am. Lucky not to have so much money that I am afraid of losing it. Privileged that I do not need the protection of armed guards. Happy that if someone wants to be my friend, it is for virtues other than my bank account. I can sleep on the floor at a friends house, and I don’t need a huge staff to feel appreciated and important. I have nothing to hide. And I am willing to share what I have.

Remember Robert Fulghum lessons? We learned them all in kindergarten. The first seven should be reviewed by these would-be overseers of the upcoming election and the manipulators of the world economy:

Share everything.
Play fair.
Don’t hit people.
Put things back where you found them.
Clean up your own mess.
Don’t take things that aren’t yours.
Say you’re sorry when you hurt somebody.