What time is it?
I raised my head and with my right eye closed (better far vision in my left eye), I could just make out the illuminated digits on the cable box clock – 6:10.
OK, that gives me about twenty more minutes at least before I even have to think about getting up.
I rolled over and settled myself back under the covers and was just about to close my eyes when I noticed even better information coming from the clock on the far nightstand.
Wait – it’s only 5:10! I have lots of time!
What I didn’t realize then was that we had neglected to update any of the clocks upstairs to daylight savings time on Sunday (the cable box clock updates automatically). So I got a little more than an extra twenty minutes, but not enough to make me late for my morning appointments.
The Monday after DST is a draggy, pokey, I-need-sleepy kind of day. And this year we faced it without sunshine; just a drizzly, steady rain. So why do we spring forward in March? DST was meant to save energy. It doesn’t. In fact, losing the extra hour of rest while converting to DST has been linked to more traffic and work-place accidents. And while I do like that the sky remains light later into the evening, I’m always looking for a way to get that hour back.
I think I’ll take a nap today.