I hope you remembered to set your clocks back last night.  I purposely did not.  It seems that I like morning time tricks.  I used to set my alarm 30 minutes early and then hit snooze the whole time, all for the privilege of knowing I was “sleeping in.”

Dom hated that.

This morning I awoke to a 7:56 display, grabbed my phone, and was elated to see that it was now only 6:56. A whole hour.  Stolen time.  Heaven.

Downstairs it is 8:00, and I am going about my business as if that is perfectly normal.  Making coffee, feeding the dogs, telling the kids to please turn down the TV so that I don’t have to hear SpongeBob on a Sunday morning.  I plan to steal the next hour to catch up on the things I tell myself I don’t have time to do, like reorganize my audiobooks.    When I am finished, I will walk to each clock in my home and magically reclaim my hour.  This is the one day a year where we are allowed the coveted “more than 24 hours in a day.”   Today we get 25.  For this reason alone I LOVE ending Daylight Saving Time.

How will you spend your extra hour?