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Ever since Daylight Saving Time (yes, it is singular) began, I have been out of sorts. This happens to me every year – it feels as though I will need a few good months before I stop feeling the effects of that lost hour. And tonight, we get it back. Meg has some delightful suggestions on what to do with this hour gained, at least two of which I will be enjoying.

I had a lovely Amelie dream last night. Michael and I were in the apartment of a certain someone we know who is full of negative karma, and we had all sorts of fun with her stuff. You know, switching the salt and sugar, pouring honey into the bottom of all her drawers, pouring Javex into her bottles of bubble bath, and other acts of relative innocuous pranksomeness. Sometimes a good dream is all you need to set your world right.

Picasso was born 121 years ago today, and I was pleased as punch to see Google celebrating the occasion.

After four torturous weeks of waiting, I finally have my Game Neverending login. Wahoo! See you there.