We finally were given back the hour so brutally stolen from us in the spring. I know, for normal people, the time changes aren’t that bad. But for me they are horrible!
I have an incredibly sensitive internal clock. It is only about once a month that I wake up in the morning to my alarm… I’m normally there petting my cat waiting for it to start playing the news. Also, I can lay down for a nap and think, “I want to wake up in an hour and half”. As long as I look at the clock before I close my eyes, I wake up an hour and a half later, maybe a couple minutes early. So you can see why my body is so confused by the artificial adjustments to the schedule.
But this past weekend we were given a rare gift: the gift of time.
(We won’t go into how, like with tax returns, it is actually giving us back something that was ours that they held on to without interest! Okay, maybe I already did with my first paragraph, but who’s actually paying attention anyway?!?!?)
I haven’t spent my hour yet. I’m saving it! A couple years ago I saved it for nearly a month! Yes, you guessed it: I had neither a life nor a boyfriend at that point. I simply decided to live on Daylight Savings Time longer. I got up at the same time as before and went to bed the same time as before. The fact that the wake up was then in the 4 o’clocks and the bedtime was in the 8 o’clocks didn’t bother me at all. Then, after all of that work, what did I do with my hour? I slept and got caught back up to other people’s time.
I probably will end up spending my precious hour on sleep at one point. Right now, I’m enjoying the early morning quiet and have so many things planned (some fun, some practical) for that peaceful place that I will have until I cash in my time.
How did you spend your hour?