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?