{"id":173,"date":"2007-03-25T10:00:12","date_gmt":"2007-03-25T15:00:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kaitlyn-marsue.net\/?p=173"},"modified":"2007-03-25T10:00:12","modified_gmt":"2007-03-25T15:00:12","slug":"spring-forward","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kaitlyn-marsue.net\/?p=173","title":{"rendered":"Spring Forward"},"content":{"rendered":"

Last night, we changed our clocks. Jumped forward. Sprang ahead. Lost an hour of sleep. Kaitlyn’s kiddie magazine which we subscribe to to help us learn French says \u0093Ce week-end, on change l’heure sur les reveils.\u0094 Literally, that means \u0093This weekend, one changes the hour on the alarm clocks.\u0094 That’s sort of a more honest way of putting it than \u0093spring ahead.\u0094 Spring ahead sounds so, well, cheery.<\/font><\/font><\/p>\n

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