reign of terror over (for now)

the stupid régime of daylight misappropriations—so much more apt than the casuistic "daylight savings"—is finally over. huzzah! no more artificial boot-black autumn mornings. and as if to celebrate, nature herself, overjoyed to be manumitted, turned the gorgeousness up to "eleven". i made the most of it with a 90 minute run on the beach before brekker.

i wonder what dr who would make of this mucking about with time? maybe he should have a word with our dopey legislators. whatever it is—body parts, or posh watches, or time itself—the real is better than the fake.