I awoke this morning and looked at my clock as usual, and felt a great sense of accomplishment since the clock said it was 8:53. My accomplishment, as small as it might seem, was to actually sleep past 8:00 am on a weekend: you see I just don't sleep in any more--despite my most diligent efforts to do so. I suppose this is just conditioning on having to get up early each day for work, and I've just not been able to break the habbit in the two days that I have off. I prefer not to admit that I am edging my way to becoming one of those ancient crones who wake up at 4 am and go walk in the mall. I prefer to think that given enough time I could break this terrible habbit of waking up early and get back to a more respectable rising time of say 11:25.
Imagine my disappointment and diminishing self-worth when upon listening to the morning news I was reminded that daylight savings time had gone into force.