March 10th, 2008

Kreegah Bundalo

Why Is One Hour Such a Big Deal?

I've flown cross-country lots of times, which is a three-hour time change, with less disruption to my metabolism than the one-hour change on Sunday morning. I don't get it. But I'm really dragging this morning. Of course, having worked on the apartment cleaning all weekend, with aches and pains to prove it, may have something to do with it.
Conrunner Kevin

Step Slowly Away from the Eggs, and Nobody Gets Hurt

During the early-spring cleaning this past weekend, I stopped to make some lunch, and while looking in the refrigerator, I noticed an egg carton in the back of the refrigerator. I looked closer. There was one egg left in the half-dozen container. The sell-by date was sometime last November.

I gingerly removed this carton and did not put it in the garbage can in the kitchen. No, I walked it out to the dumpster directly. No sense taking any chances with such things.