Wow. The end of Daylight Savings is seriously messing with me. Yesterday, because it was Sunday and I could sleep in, I woke up at 6:00 a.m. Except it was now 5:00 a.m. Well, that wasn't too bad. I was able to drink the entire pot of coffee without having to share a single drop, (yes, I'm stingy when it comes to coffee) and I listened to my Kindle while I knit on the purple yoga sock. Not a bad way to spend a Sunday morning.
The Daylight Savings problems started around 10:00 a.m. I was ready for lunch. By noon, I was ready for supper. Around 4:30 p.m., I started thinking about how, since I had an extra hour, I still had plenty of time to go for a walk. Except by 4:35, it was starting to get dark. Drat! I had that extra hour thing wrong, didn't I? By 6:00 p.m., I was eating my second supper of the day and by 7:15, I was asleep on the couch. Between 10:00 and 10:30 p.m., I woke up, as in Woke Up! Like, as in, being ready for a new day. I got a few loads of laundry done, washed the dinner dishes that were still sitting on the counter because apparently, I'm the only one in the house who knows how to open the dishwasher, then I plopped myself back in front of the TV & played Solitaire on the Kindle until the battery gave out.
This morning, I was wide awake at 5:30 once again. It's now 8:39 a.m. and I've finished my morning routine. The routine that I don't normally finish until 11:00 or 12:00. So now what do I do with myself? I'm certainly not going to spend this found free time doing the backlog of housework that's been on my to-do list for longer than I care to admit to. Guess all I can do is knit. Poor me!