But Daylights Savings time is still kicking my butt. Yes, I know it’s *one* measly hour, but most people I know, myself included, are still recovering.
Half the clocks in my life show one time, the others appear to have updated themselves and my body is protesting the fact that it is still dark whenever we have to leave for work in the morning. I know this means that Spring is coming — either this or the allergies would have clued me in — but I could really use that missing hour. I’m definitely sleeping less than usual, but feel like I still don’t have enough time to get everything done.
I’ve always claimed that some evil villain was using his time machine against me. Guess that villain is The Farmers of America.