Daylight Savings. What a frickin’ crock.
Supposedly we were supposed to get an extra hour of sleep this past Sunday. Instead, I got the same amount I always do, except I didn’t have to feel guilty about sleeping in on Sunday, because it was an hour earlier than I would normally wake.
What I did feel guilty about was wanting to go to sleep when the sun went down at 5:45 p.m.
Where’s the saved time, if you are going to sleep away more than you received?
One friend put it this way: “I love DST. It’s like getting free jetlag!”
I’ll take the jetlag with a trip anyday. DST? I can do without…
Here I am on a Friday night at 7:00 ready to go to bed.
Nighty, night!