I call it Daylight Losing Time. Just when it begins to get a bit lighter for my early morning swim, I am plunged into darkness again. It takes resolve to go and get wet in the dark first thing in the morning. I get good marks for character building every day but I'd prefer to be eased into the day lightly and brightly. So I've had my swim and the day looks bleak but maybe it's still too early.

Anyway, February is gone and March is clear of distraction because Easter is late this year, clear, that is, for those of you who are Christian or North American because the calendar still runs on Christian dates. I love to see a block of uninterrupted time on my slate. It's comforting to look at a whole page-a-month calendar and mark boxes of time to use to good advantage. What does that mean, exactly? Does one ever use time to bad advantage? I bet people with naggy little iPhones or Smart Ones (no, that's Weight Watchers), Smart Phones, I mean, or Androids or whatever - I bet they can't revel in the big blank spaces I love. Don't fence me in. Did you know that Cole Porter heard those words from someone and paid him for the use of them so he could write a song with that theme? I call that respecting copyright, and I wish our government did. So far this year the new Copyright Law has cost me almost $2000. The University of Toronto is gloating over the fact that they are saving 1.6 million dollars this year on copyright fees, money taken directly from writers' pockets. Try charging janitors for brooms.

See, that's what Daylight Losing Time does to me. Life looks bleak enough with cutting back on the light - NOT springing forward.

Yes, it's Sunday. All day. And a day shorter, sort of, because we sprang forward last night. It doesn't help. I have been anaesthetized by the Sunday NYT all morning and it's somewhere around mid-day now, give or take a little DST. The NYT is not just a pleasure, it's a compulsion. I sit down with it and a pen and slips of paper to take notes and scissors for clipping. I run a clipping service for several people with different interests and I save items for my own research and write noodges that I try to follow up on. You see: it's work. It justifies my existence today, not enough, of course, but it helps.

Never enough. There are so many things I should be doing. How do other people manage? How do they manage to do so much? What do they know that I don't know?

Ai me, it's a very bloggy Sunday.