Racing the Moon

We zipped downtown pretty quickly, afraid of being late for the symphony, and looked at the moon the entire way, until it disappeared behind a tall building.
We weren't late, but changing the very hours of our days is so annoying. For days before, and for days after the change, I obsess over the old time, the new time, and feel cranky for a good week- well, depending on whether that week begins with the old or the new time, and whether tomorrow is this Sunday or when exactly did it stop being next Sunday.
The concert was very good.