I had a bad dream last night, cried out in my sleep, and woke Kish up. As I rolled over to try to go back to sleep, I looked at the clock and noticed it was precisely 2 a.m. It’s probably not a coincidence that 2 a.m. is the specific time that Daylight Savings Time ended, and the clocks were being set back an hour. My subconscious may have sensed that and cried out in horror at the thought of adding an hour to 2020. As I went around the house today, changing the clocks, I decided that the experience should be memorialized in bad verse:
Another Hour Of 2020
We’ve worked to stay strong,
And tried not to cower,
But we grimace at adding just one more hour.
It’s already too long,
We don’t want to extend,
No, we all just want 2020 to end.
The year has been cursed,
And unremittingly sour,
Why prolong the misery with one more hour?
We’ve been looking forward
To when this year is done.
And it’s time to celebrate that it’s 2021.
We don’t want another,
No, sir, we’ve had plenty!
We don’t need another hour of 2020!