The Switch

I love Daylight Savings Time!  We gain an extra hour of sunshine at the end of the day and the world suddenly seems more fun. 

I wish it could be DST all year long!
 

Saturday night we stayed up late (no surprises there) and Jer switched the clocks before we went to bed.  Sunday morning when I got up, it was earlier than I expected but then it clicked:  We'd changed the time.  That explained that.  Full of energy and enthusiasm, I was ready to start this bright, sunny phase of the year. 

By 10:30 Sunday night though, I was feeling unusually tired.  I cheered up when I realized that just yesterday it would have been 11:30 and I decided to turn in early.  I fell asleep fast and slept well.

Monday morning when I woke up an hour earlier than usual, I was excited.  My internal clock clearly had been readjusted and I was enjoying the extra hour, feeling great about all that I could accomplish with my longer day.  Then Jack called. "Man!"  he said.  "I'm really having trouble adjusting to the time change this year!  It's always tough to lose an hour," he said.

Lose an hour?  I thought we'd gained an hour! 

In my ignorance, I'd tricked myself into feeling better when I was supposed to be feeling worse!  Suddenly, I was exhausted and it was only 10:30 in the morning...which would normally be 11:30...or is it 9:30?  This is way too much math for me AND I think I got up two hours earlier than usual.