Just when I was adapting to the time, we go and switch it up again. Now instead of my 5:30 wake-up, I will be rising at 4:30 and for the next couple of weeks, “doing the math.”
“Why am I hungry at 10 a.m.?” “Why am I so sleepy at 9:00 p.m.?” I don’t mind this change as much as “springing ahead,” an idea which I have never been able to embrace. I can barely crawl let alone spring.
At least it’s still a pleasant temperature and my windows remain open at night, doors open during the day. Apparently November is as confused as I am.
Onward, Christian soldiers!