You forgot to set the clock forward and now you're racing to catch up. Small solace, I know, but you're not alone. Somewhere in our house is at least one clock I missed and won't find for days. Happens twice a year, every year.
It's Sunday which is why, I think, we do this forward and backward stuff on the weekend so it's only our time that gets chewed up and screwed up rather than some corporations'. Yeah, I know what a surprise, right?
You can't miss what you never had, and by the middle of the week, you'll be so used to the new getting up and going to sleep hours it'll be like you never left.
Until, of course, we get to the fall and reset the clocks and begin again.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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