It’s Sunday, November 1st. The clocks fell back, and you’ve been handed an extra hour. Sixty glorious minutes. You could spend them trying to reset the clock on your oven. You could open the refrigerator six times to see whether anything has become more interesting. Or you could do something about the love life you keep saying you don’t have time for. Before you waste your bonus hour checking whether someone who ghosted you six months ago is still single, why not do something
