I don't know how I'm going to get through this week with one hour less. The day has come that I've been dreading. Tonight we have to 'spring forward' as in putting the clocks forward an hour. The expression 'spring forward' sounds like something anybody would want, but it just puts me in a bad mood. I think I'm going to move to Russia because this is the last time they're going to change the clocks. Until someone convinces me of the benefits of fiddling with the time, I'm going to continue complaining about it. Fortunately, I'm beginning class half an hour later on Monday.The only place where spring has officially arrived, at least in my area, is in the department stores, their motto being 'ya es primavera' (It's spring now). We're having las marzadas, typical March weather;"En marzo, marzadas: viento,frio y granizadas" (In March, wind, cold, and sleet). My favourite March saying is: "Marzo varia siete veces al día" (the weather in March changes 7 times a day). I went out 3 or 4 times on Friday afternoon/evening and each time the weather was different.
Each to his own. I've just taken a short break to go out with Zara. What do I see but tables full of people sitting outside at a bar nearby! It's still not warm enough for me to sit out. Then, since smoking is no longer permitted inside public places here, if anyone wants to smoke they have to do it in the street. I can't imagine what it'll be like when bullfighting season begins. At times, the bars are so full that the people are outside blocking the pavement, and now with the anti-smoking law there'll be lots more people outside.
I'd better go think about changing some clocks. Hope everybody has a good week.

