The spring forward time change has my dander up. Yes, I appreciate the later hour of daylight, it is not an extra hour, the time has just been artificially shifted not a new hour of light suddenly found. But being someone who leaves the house around 5:40 a.m. for work, I hate that it will be pitch black again when it was finally starting to have the soft light of dawn.
I never have understood why we do this to ourselves. People will be grumpy in the morning, more accidents will take place and kids will fight hard against bedtimes when it’s still light outside. At little kids, if they are tired should be able to drop anywhere like I apparently did in the photograph above. I so wish I had that ability now.
Despite the loss of an hour, I’ve had a very productive day. I did six loads of laundry, prepared four costumes for the class play, grocery shopped, changed the sheets, made a three dish luncheon for the members of my teaching team and here I am albeit rather late, I’m writing my weekly blog. For a brief moment, I considered delaying or even skipping this week, but I have an unblemished record of getting a weekly entry in since I established this blog and I’m not going to let the loss of an hour break my streak.
I hope tomorrow night when the daylight lingers and I have time to do some chores around the garden after supper I will have a better outlook on the time change. For now, this girl is going to get off her soapbox and head on to dreamland, tomorrow will be here early.