Daylight Savings Time changes can be … uncomfortable … annoying … no big deal … brutal.
It really depends upon your situation. I have a friend who has a lot of clocks. A lot of ’em. She’s been known to start updating them the night before the Actual Date. Most of my home time pieces reset themselves but there are a few spots that require my attention. Some of them, quite frankly, are ignored. Tells you how much I use that clock to tell the time…
Saturday was a quiet day after several major storms passing through during the week. The kind you have trouble sleeping through. I tend to have certain things I watch on Saturday – mainly my YouTubers who post then – and depending upon my mood I might fill in with odds and ends.
Sunday has been interesting. I awoke not too long after the time switch. Something that always amazes me because I really don’t know why I do it, but <shrug> I do. I got up when it occurred to me that I wasn’t going to turn over and return to a snooze. Both Mr. Carrington and Luke Catleugh had videos up. Once Mr C’s video was over, I headed back to bed. It was 4 a.m.
A few hours later I started to feel Human again and ate a nice lunch, watched a few videos and tunes and managed to nap on the sofa.
What is it about a time change that seems to require more sleep?
I do feel more myself rather than when I was first up and around wondering whether I should make some coffee… <chuckling>
While I can’t say my weekend has been ‘productive’, I can say it has been peaceful. The storms have passed and we have a bit of a respite until the next one(s). I am contemplating my grocery order (keep an eye on this blog for more about that). I’m slowly catching up on some shows that I missed due to the storms.
That coffee is starting to sound a bit interesting…
Monday is far enough away to allow for a quiet enjoyment of a Sunday afternoon.
I remember a conversation I had with a work friend years ago. We would start for home on Friday evening and she would be talking about Monday… I reminded her that my weekend began on Friday afternoon and work talk would be off limits until Monday morning so I could enjoy my weekend. Work talk shortened what should have been a nice long couple of days. Frankly, she was surprised. It took a while before she admitted that I might have stumbled upon something. That perhaps ‘work’ could be left for work days and not allowed to intrude when it wasn’t necessary.
Imagine that!
Put on some nice music. Grab a cuppa. Contemplate a nice meal. Put your feet up. Recover from the unnecessary adjustment of the clocks.
Ciao!