This morning, i went throughout our house trying to remember which time pieces changed to daylight savings time electronically (on their own?) and which ones i had to change to comply with something i detest.

After about a half hour of such drudgery, i tried to bring my Sunday morning into our routine. It is now after 10 a.m. (DST, of course), and i am out of whack. Nothing, except breakfast and changing clock times, seems to have gotten done. And Maureen is calculating when we should feed the cat. Poor Bruce Willis, our cat, will not be able figure this one out.

i don’t like government officials telling me what to do when i’m not trying to hurt anyone physically, financially, or mentally.

i don’t understand why we have to attempt to change time rather than just doing everything an hour earlier. Ah, some brilliant bureaucrat, a.k.a. politician, wanted to make a name for him/her self and came up with this brilliant (not) idea.

So around 9:45, or was it 10: 45, or 8:45, i decided i would create my own time zone. i am now living in JJT, That’s “Jim Jewell Time.”

i’m going to record anything i wish to watch on the telly, and watch it when i want to watch it. i am going to bed and getting up when i want to regardless of what “time” it is. i’m going to eat when i’m hungry. i’m going to work when i desire. i’m going to read and listen to music when i feel like it.

i’m going to recite that old tribal chief about the U.S. government and a blanket several times a day.

And i’m going to feel sorry for all of the folks (including school children) who have to figure out why what just happened is erroneously called a “time change.” After all, i’m retired and can do what i want.

“Time is on my side.” i think Mick Jagger sang that.