They came in yesterday grumbling of sleep lost, of buses nearly missed. I told ’em I loved the spring forward ’cause it meant I only had to wait 47 hours to see ’em again.
I do this after three-day weekends. I’ll curse the births of George Washington and Abraham Lincoln. I’ll tell ’em how much I worry about ’em over winter break.
It’s weird how it started out all silvertongued, kind of an inside joke between us with flattery/sincerity balanced somewhere around 90/10, but then, at one point, the balance swapped. And I meant it.