A week ago I lost my dad for five whole days. He went away on a business trip and I looked all over for him. FINALLY, he returned to me and I was so glad to see him.
Then this weekend, I lost something else. It was an hour. Sixty minutes. I’m not even going to try to tell you how many seconds that is because (like my Mom Peep) I’m not very good at math. Suffice it to say, I shut my eyes, went to sleep and then…
When I opened my eyes, the hour was gone, sixty minutes had disappeared. One moment it was 2:00 a.m. and the next it was 3:00.
I’d heard something prior to this about daylight savings time. Something about springing forward. But it was confusing. Saving daylight? For when, another day? I also heard about some solar storm that was supposed to occur on Thursday or Friday. So which one was it? Some kind of storm cloud that entered my house and turned all my clocks one hour ahead? Or was it this daylight savings time thing? Something stole my hour of sleep and I’m not too happy about it.
I got through the day on Sunday, but barely. I felt uncharacteristically tired. I moped around, flung myself up to the top of the sofa and let my legs drip down like melted butter, and I found my eyes closing a whole bunch of times when ordinarily I’d be wide awake.
Did you feel it too?
Wiggles & Woofs to all,