It’s 6:40 a.m. Way late. In the good old days–like this time last week–I could wake up at 4:30 and get a zillion things done after my first two cups of coffee and before waking the hubs. Now, combining our new comfy mattress with Daylight Savings Time, I can’t get up at 4:30, can barely open my eyes at 5:30, and usually don’t crawl out of bed until 6.
This may sound like an insane complaint to those who believe leaving the sheets before noon is a major accomplishment, but it’s likely those folks are capable of staying up till odd hours of the night. I’m not one of those people. Never have been. Back in college, pulling an “all-nighter” meant studying until ten. Mom still talks about taking our family to the drive-in movies, some Disney thing, and a five-year-old me standing up in the back seat, sound asleep by sunset.
I did manage to stay awake for dates; however, my 11:00 curfew suited me fine.
I don’t like the time change–either this one or the one later in the year. Once I get used to the new schedule, the time changes, and I have to reorganize my way of doing things.
Like this morning. I usually do procrastinate about getting these posts written because I get up so early in the mornings and have plenty of time to do them. Oops. That’s the old way of thinking. Getting up at 6:30 on an IHOP date day, when I wake MSB up at 7, means I have thirty minutes to feed the cats, make a small pot of coffee, down the coffee, and start writing the post. Thirty minutes to figure out what I’m going to write about that’ll entertain my regular readers and wow any new ones well enough to bring them back. Thirty minutes to type, sans error, some cohesive essay that makes sense. Thirty blasted minutes.
I adore DST. Everybody complains about it, while I’m dancing with joy. I love that the days are longer. It makes everything better. But I admit the time change itself ain’t so great. We should just stay on DST forever as far as I’m concerned.
If we did that, I’d be dancing the same jig you are. I’ll get used to this before too long, and the grumbles will be over. 😉
I so agree with you, Linda! I hate the time change. We early risers are the ones most affected by the change. I wish they would just leave the darn clock alone – one way or the other. As it is, we only have three months of Standard time: Dec, Jan and Feb. Why bother to change back? And, I don’t get it, the day has the same hours of daylight as in standard time, except everyone is getting up an hour earlier. Geesh. (And getting off work an hour earlier, which is what most people like.)
Ah well, I’ll stop grumbling too. One day, I won’t have to worry about the commute to the day job…one day. Until then, I’ll put on my best smile, try to adjust my attitude and pray our politicians will leave the darn clock alone!
I’ll join you in that prayer. It’s true, we early birds have such a tough time. I lose a couple of hours per morning, and they aren’t made up with the increased sunlight hours in the evening because by then, I’m too tired to work.
I wanna write my congressman!