It was pretty tough waking up this morning. Okay, it could have been the fact that my ankle wakes me up a lot at night, but what I really blame is the switch to daylight savings time. We spent most of yesterday wondering what time it really was and trying to figure out what had or hadn’t been set ahead. So we were contemplating a protest: we want to stop the madness just not observe DST anymore. We realized immediately that we would have to come up with a name for our DST-free zone and debated options like O’Sheaville, O’Shealand, O’Sheaiana. But in the end the one that worked best was Chuckland (it was Chuck’s idea to just stop observing it). In the articles of federation, the number one thing Chuckland will ofer is absolutely no time changes. We have yet to work out all the details, but you can figure Chuckland will also offer the usual freedoms, along with perks like no taxes and no passports required for travel into and out of Chuckland. Chuckland will also be a smoke-fee zone (sorry smokers, it’s our land and we get to make the rules!). But back to the whole time thing: basically we’ll just keep all of our clocks on standard time. Our cell phones are exempt — the little devils know what tme it is no matter what we do so we’ll just leave them out of this. Oh, and we have satellite TV and it has to be exempt, too, because it also knows the time no matter what we do. Argh!! And we also have a satellite navigational system in the car that corrects the time automatically, so it has to be exempt, too. Argh again! And the computers all have internal clocks and know what time it is, so they’re exempt as well! Man oh man, it could be that our high tech lifestyle is stymying our ability to drop out. Still the dream of Chuckland lives on (in standard time, of course).