Onyx is not handling the clock change well. 

I’m trying to feed Onyx a little later because it prevents them from ricocheting off the walls at bed time if they are fed closer to said bed time, but it makes them super annoying while they are yelling and staring at me as they get used to the shift.

Changing the clocks has never felt more arbitrary and meaningless as it has this year.  I interact with no one, go nowhere, have no obligations or job anymore, like how absurd do I look going ‘Okay, now I’ve decided it’s a different hour, hee hee’.  What the fuck.  I mean, I did it so I can do things like be on time for shit like the doctor’s appointments and stuff that happens, but on the whole it was one of the most ridiculous feeling moments I’ve had this whole pandemic.