In case you haven’t looked at a calendar recently, next Sunday is November 1. It’s also the day that we’re supposed to set our clocks back an hour. I’m not exactly sure why, but I believe it has something to do with farmers back in the days before electricity. Or something like that.
That means that there are a little over 2 months left in 2020. Most of you are probably glad to see this one end. It’s not been the easiest year ever. Or the sanest. Or the most logical.
But in a way I’m a little sad to see it end. Parts of 2020 have been nice. Like less traffic, for one. I also think that I’m more appreciative of community and fellowship than I was before the year started. But I am more than ready to see an end to the pandemic and all things social distancing and COVID.
Everybody gets to set their clocks back either on Saturday night (or if you’re feeling adventurous, you can wait for the actual time change at 2 am on Sunday). I for one plan on setting my clocks back to the 1980s when things made a lot more sense.