(My current mood)

Which is not very compatible with posting. So don't expect coherence here.

1) I hate, hate, hate Daylight Savings Time. Coming and going. My circadian rhythms are shot to hell for a week each time we have to change the clocks. Hence (among other things) the grumpiness.

Maybe it would be better to say I hate standard time. I don't mind the extra hour of daylight later in the day, and I go into a serious SAD funk when we lose it in the fall. Why don't we just switch the whole country to Daylight Savings Time year round and be done with it?

Sadly, Indiana has finally joined the bland conformity of (most of) the rest of the country in observing DST uniformly rather than idiosyncratically/not at all. Granted, it makes sense to synchronize clocks with the rest of the country in a cosmopolitan world. But I've always had a special place in my heart for the Indianan farmers who resisted the switch because "it would confuse the cows." I'm with the cows.

2) I've been spending the afternoon convincing myself that I like my new haircut. This basically defeats the point of getting a haircut, which for me is to insure that I don't have to think about my hair at all for at least a few weeks. But even as I was leaving the barbershop, I already knew that my hair was still too long in the front. So when I got home, I finished it myself. I think it looks fine. (Really. I do. Really.) But there's a certain paranoia that comes with cutting your own hair, when you don't know what you're doing.

I think it's been 25 years since I last tried to cut my own bangs. It didn't turn out so well last time. But kids are supposed to do that kind of thing.

So if you see me this week, tell me you like my hair. Whether you do or not. I don't need truth; I need affirmation.

3) There are so many things wrong with the whole idea of scientifically studying the efficacy of prayer, I don't know where to begin. Fortunately, I don't have to, because this mock news report does a masterful job of covering the terrain.