Ah, to wake up to a glimmer of light this morning and leave for work being able to actually see to get in the car and drive watching the scenery instead of motoring along in pitch black.
For that I am grateful.
And the extra hour. Every year, when the clocks fall back, I feel deliciously luxuriant and naughty about getting that extra hour.
Of course, I over booked yesterday and didn't get to do everything I planned. Although I did have a random snack of cheese fries, visited with my dashing nephews, won a raffle for two free Reiki sessions, menu planned a dinner party, picked out a beautiful Art Deco scone light fixture for our hallway and let myself be talked into ditching plans to spend a bit more time with Sweets. Obviously, all of this did not happen in the course of one hour but the IDEA of the extra hour made me infinitely more impressionable and open to goofing off.
Now, when the clocks spring ahead, watch out, I'll be angrier than a hornet's nest. I hate losing that hour.
Give backs are a bitch.
That's month's from now, though. Right now, I'll enjoy every second I can wring from my bonus hour.