I will join in the collective whining and say that I hate daylight savings time. It seems to me like a pointless exercise that messes with everyone's schedule and puts the whole nation into a funk for a few days, but what do I know? At any rate, yesterday's daylight savings time was only time I've ever sustained a clock-related injury.

There is a yellow clock in our kitchen that I bought at Wal-mart a few years ago for my first apartment. It's been a good clock, and I like it. Yesterday, I was standing under it, bending over to put a new bag into the garbage can, when I heard this "pop" sound. Before I could fully form the thought "I wonder what that was?" I felt something hit me on the back of the head ... HARD. Then I saw the clock hit the ground and its motor break into pieces. Yes, a matter of hours before daylight savings time, the clock apparently committed suicide, throwing itself down off the wall and hitting me on the head on the way down.

This was alarming for several reasons, not the least of which is the fact that I'm starting to think that my house is trying to kill me. But more than anything, it seemed appropriate. I mean, if I hate daylight savings time so much, why shouldn't my clock? So tomorrow, as we all go groggily about our days, trying to get adjusted to the new time, keep an eye out for falling wall clocks. Or you'll have a nice bump on the back of your head, like me.