We wuz robbed!
That’s the prevailing sentiment across the U.S. today as the general populace drags along, bitching and moaning at varying degrees over the loss of a very precious hour of time. Oh, we just love daylight saving time in the fall. But, each spring, when clocks are advanced an hour, the vitriol mistakenly directed toward Father Time (real villain: George Vernon Hudson) begins anew, making this particular Monday one of the toughest to endure.
On days like today, you need much more than five hours of energy. You need something that will pick you UP (all-caps required) and keep you going all day.