3:40 in the morning, or is it 4:40? At this point it really doesn’t matter. That hour that gets shuttled back and forth every six months is meaningless right now. I’m not making an argument for or against the practice, I’m simply inexplicably wide awake in the wake of the the time change that occurred suddenly around two a.m. or what was supposed to be two a.m. a few hours ago. This is when I start thinking about not having enough in retirement and contemplating if there is any sensation of existence after death. Egad, these existential thoughts are for the birds. Oh boy, here come the questions as to why I didn’t book the AVAIL. Why was I released? Why didn’t I seal the deal on “Wrecked” two weeks ago? How come I didn’t even get a callback on the biker role I went out on in January? Yep, I’d better pass out soon. Nope, damn. I’m up until at least seven or what was or should have been seven. Crud.