So, it's about to get Benita Betrayal up in here about the Daylight Savings Time, because it is already kicking my butt. People, I am leaving on an overnight in chorus trip in all of three days, and my body will not have time to adjust to this change before it is suddenly sent back an hour to have to adjust to yet another change in five days. Of course, then, we'll come back to THIS time zone and have to adjust to the time change again. I mean, unless you're good about that, or something. So I'm listening to the New Age station on Netscape Radio. "Therapy from Enya to Kitaro." Maybe I should give Michael a laptop to take to Branson so he'll have his precious Enya-type music to sleep to. I am now swaying back and forth to the beat of what sounds like a dulcimer duet. What kind of a name is "Hildring" for a song, anyway? Let's talk about this week. Monday would be school and Chamber Choir, Tuesday would be school and either voice, the board meeting, or Barnes and Noble, depending on certain criteria. Then Wednesday, at 7:30am, I am out of this piece, riding next to Georgia on a bus all the way out to Branson, Missouri. I hope The Lovely Bones is good, and I wish I'd found it at the library.