Daylight savings time ended last night and we turned back the clocks before we went to bed. A good thing right? We get an extra hour of sleep! Or most do.
If you depend on an alarm clock to get you up in the morning: congratulations on your extra hour of rest. I haven’t used an alarm clock in close to two decades. I have an internal clock that wakes me each morning between 4:00 and 4:30. Usually. On some occasions, when I was feeling poorly, it lets me get some extra rest.
It worked reliably for me this morning, my eyes popped open as my brain played reveille – time to get up! I checked my watch (reset to standard time): 3:00. “No, no, no, Brain, remember: the time changed.”
“Don’t care about that: it’s time, get up”
Actually The Big Three Bs (Brain, Bladder & Bowels) have a conspiracy. They work in concert to be sure I get out of bed when it’s time. I appeased the latter two, then told the former that I was going back to bed for one more hour. We argued about that for a while as I tossed, trying to find a comfortable position in which to lie. Brain was bringing the Shoulder brothers and Lower Back into his power play. Finally Brain relented, “Okay … one hour. But you OWE me!”
I awoke again. Checked my watch: 4:30. It had taken me about a half-hour to get to sleep, so Brain was good to his word, one hour. Good enough; time to get up, flip on the coffee maker and get to my studies.
But first this bit of silliness insists on being written down. Now … on to my studies.
