Vernal, baby!…

This is me on Spring…

Yeah, baby. It’s the vernal equinox. The vernal, on which day and night are as near to 12 hours apart as you can get. I’m so there. It’s coming to a time near you. My time is 7:21 p.m. EDT, give or take a minute.

And did you see that Super Moon last night? 14% bigger. 30% brighter. We get that about every 20 years. Gracie Allen Golden Pup and I were in awe. It’s been a busy shock & awe weekend.

Since the time change earlier this month, I’ve needed a little adjustment from The Adjustment Bureau. I don’t do the fakery of time change well. My brain just keeps whispering Real Time messages in my ear.

Clock says 11 p.m.

But it’s only 10 in Real Time. Read longer.

Clock says 7 a.m.

But it’s only 6 in Real Time. Sleep longer.

It’s 5 o’clock somewhere.

Okay. That’s true.

So, a little visit from The Adjustment Bureau wouldn’t hurt. We saw that movie on our Tuesday night date. Have you seen it yet? All I could think of was Mad Men in Hats. It was entertaining, and I’ll never look at doorknobs the same. Clockwise or counterclockwise, oh my. Or is that anticlockwise, Brits?

Quick. Run out and activate your Spring.

Elen