Hola!  New day.  Finally starting to feel conscious.  Daylight savings making consciousness occur later than normal.  Daylight savings making me pull ninja moves on the alarm clock at 5:30 a.m. because it is actually 4:30 a.m. (!!!!) and 5:30 is bad enough.  Daylight saving making me talk French before I talk English in the morning.  Not nice French words like s'il vous plait or merci.  No, no, no.  These are not nice French words at all. 
As you can see, now that I am fully conscious, I have reverted to friendlier Spanish words.  Por favor.  Gracias.  Aren't I much more pleasing now that the sun is high in the sky and coffee has made the trek from lips to brain?  Is this not an argument that the springtime version of Daylight Savings is actually evil?  That it opens a small window of homicidal behavior in normally agreeable and pleasing individuals?  That anything could happen, particularly in the early morning hours of the first week or so after they STEAL a precious hour from innocent (and normally agreeable and pleasing) Americans?  Sure, they give it back in the fall (which I am totally in favor of) and technically call it borrowing, not stealing, but, well, I still protest.  I never gave anyone permission to "borrow" that hour... (grumble, grumble, mutter...) and I certainly was not homicidal prior to this abuse of my inner clock.  Well, not much.  Okay, I may not make the best poster child for this...
On the bright side, there is the proximity to spring...  Bienvenido de nuevo, spring!  Yeah, I don't actually know Spanish beyond the basic basic.  You know, taco, burrito, cerveza...  I had to look up "welcome back". 
I need a nap.