Sleep that is. You think about the loss on the night before the time change. Do you move the clock ahead or back? This happens twice a year and I’m still confused.
It isn’t until I give up and resort to the old adage that could save me a lot of grief.
Spring ahead or fall back.
Surely I wouldn't get my knickers in a twist over it. Yet twice yearly it’s a pain in the butt. It must be something in my psyche that can’t handle it.
It’s March. Spring isn't far off. Think of that in advance and you’re home free. Except…
Take the two alarm clocks in the bedroom, one on Roe’s side of the bed, the other on mine. They usually work together. In sync. One morning I woke up in the middle of the night to notice one clock had jumped an hour ahead of the other. Too soon for a time change. @#$@&*%$.
It was still several weeks away. What if one clock was out to beat the other in reaching that magic hour?
There we are, half asleep staring at one clock then the other. Try getting back to sleep after that.
Author’s comment: There’s a solution. The powers that be should do away with the twice yearly time change. Other countries or places do it without shedding a tear. Like the province of Saskatchewan who kicked the time change out the door some years ago. Bravo.