I’m not asking for or expecting anything in particular for my birthday this year. The economy’s a great big mess, and it’s not like I’ve been such a wonderful person over the last dozen months that I deserve fancy nice things. However… I’d prefer that a couple of items in the schedule for Sunday not take place…

First up, thanks to a lovely piece of idiocy a few years ago, this Sunday marks the changeover to Daylight Savings Time. That’s right: On my birthday, I lose an hour of sleep and get to fight a sense of jet-lag at work for most of the following week. Joy.

Then, the weather forecasters are suggesting that we may get a dusting of snow Sunday morning and/or evening. No. I do not want snow. I’ve seen plenty this year. I don’t think I’ve experienced a winter with this many snow events since I moved to Portland in 1989. Yes, I’ve seen more severe winter weather. This whole, “a bit of snow here, a bit of snow next week, a bit more snow a couple of weeks later” thing, though? Totally bizarre. And silly me, I figured that it being partway into March that we’d be done with the stuff.

Oh, well. I’ll try to enjoy the day anyway. So there, US Government. Take that, Mother Nature.