An hour I'll never get back, or will I

Ah, it's time to spring forward and take away that precious hour of sleep. I fear the sermon tomorrow will be accompanied by dozens of head nods. Not the type giving an Amen to the preacher, but good church folks struggling not to fall asleep. I always wonder every year, if this will be the year they get rid of day light savings time. It doesn't seem to serve much of a purpose as it once did. I think the world will keep spinning if we didn't mess with our clocks. And the rest of the world could have an easier time calculating what time it would be in America. 

Sparring class was fun. Got a lot of rounds and Master Knight did a great job, as always. There was only two adults today, myself (I do call myself an adult sometimes) and Instructor Smith. He's going to make a great Olympic sparer someday. Height, speed, strength, discipline, and a great disposition. He will be successful at whatever he does. I guess that's what I like most of my King Tiger family, seeing such great potential. Even if we never get that high paying job, or that big house, or that nice trophy. The ability to give to our community and bring others up is the greatest accomplishment we could achieve. Passing along just a little from ourselves to serve others and give their lives more meaning. That is good stuff. That is a good life. No, I'm not dying. Just getting a little sentimental. It's that or sarcasm. My two modes.