Clocks change this weekend here in the US, which means one less hour to read … does anybody else begrudge that hour like I do? Wish the Powers That Be would just pick a time-frame and stick to it instead of inflicting clock-driven jet lag on an innocent public twice a year?
I hate when clocks spring forward one hour. That means a precious hour is lost. My hours are special to me. How dare they take one away.
Oh well, the good side is that we gain an hour of sunlight in the afternoons. My husband loves this. It gives him time to work on things outside when he gets off work; but me, I’m a morning person. I produce my greatest work in the morning. My brain has a tendency to shut down after lunch.
I can take a short nap, or just a rest, and feel revitalized again for a few hours. I use this time to prepare dinner and spend some time chatting with hubby. By then, my revitalization has worn off and my brain is mush again.
I don’t do change well either. It takes awhile for my old body to adjust to these new hours. It throws my schedule off and it is just like starting all over again.
This is in response to Booking through Thursday, ‘Spring Forward’: http://btt2.wordpress.com/2013/03/