After showering and dressing Sunday morning, I strolled into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. As I reached for the pot, I groaned. It was only 5:30. I’d reset all the clocks the night before, but misread my bedside clock when I woke up. I was sure it had said 6;15.
Feeling tired Sunday afternoon, I got back into bed for an afternoon nap. I fell asleep right away, had a dream, and woke up refreshed. Imagine my surprise when I realized only 25 minutes had passed.
I was on top of things yesterday at school, with clocks still on old time. I sent kids to lunch and their next classes at the right time. And yet, as I neared the end of the day and looked at the clock, I did a double take. The clock read 4:45 and it felt odd to be at school so late with kids.
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Time changes are the closest thing we get to time travel!
It always takes me (meaning my old body) about a week to readjust to time changes. Won’t say how it affects the cats.
These vignettes are perfect. Time changes are hard for everyone in our house, including me! It doesn’t feel like we got an extra hour!
So predictable, yet so slippery, this time stuff… These bite-sized pieces of writing are fun and ring true.