A coupe of days ago I posted about turning my clocks ahead one hour for Daylight Savings Time earlier in the day. I actually did this around 11:00 a.m. Did it work? Not really.
It was me. I kept reminding myself that it was an hour earlier than it really was.
So much for that mind game.
I didn’t go to the market Sunday morning after Mass as we didn’t really need anything. I got my knitting out and promptly fell asleep for about an hour.
After our carb-heavy pancake lunch, I washed the griddle (too big for the dishwasher) and checked my email and played on my iPad. And fell asleep. Again.
Getting a good nights sleep Sunday night was out of the question.
So yesterday instead of playing another mind game, I played a body game. Mr. Aitch wasn’t home last evening and I was restless. I went outside and raked leaves from part of the yard, picked up fallen branches and twigs, spread the clumped up flowerpot soil I dumped out last fall, put back part of the collapsed rock wall around the raised beds in the front of the house, straightened the solar lights around the raised beds, and evaluated what else needed to be done.
I went to bed at 10:15 last night, fell right to sleep and woke up 10 minutes before the alarm went off.
The wear-out-the-body game worked. I sit all day at work and I don’t get much exercise. I need to change that and do something every day. It’s supposed to get to 60 degrees toady so I plan to work outside again.
We’re having issues with the time change as well. Last night, I tried to clean. I even rearranged some furniture, pulled up the rugs and vacuumed under them. But I couldn’t fall asleep until midnight.
I really hate springing ahead. I have been tired all day, but I know going to bed on time will be tough.