Is there any better day in the whole year than the Sunday morning after daylight savings time ends? Is there anything better than being nestled in a comfortable bed, at just the right temperature, being gently roused by the morning sunlight caressing your face?
What a cruel twist of fate that virtually every morning since "falling back" last Sunday has been overcast, if not rainy.
I have never understood people who wake up in a bad mood. Waking up from a good sleep can be as pleasurable as a cold glass of water on a hot day. I can't ever remember waking up in a bad mood.
Why is it that the deepest most intensely delicious sleep comes when you accidentally fall asleep after the alarm has gone off? It doesn't matter whether you slept soundly or tossed and turned all night. If you drift off in the morning, when you are supposed to start moving, that will always be the deepest sleep.
As my regular readers know, I am not a fan of daylight savings time. I am glad that we are no longer one of only two places in the Continental Unites States where non residents have no idea what time it is. That said, I HATE waking up in the dark. Congress extending daylight savings time into November makes it even worse. It might be less horrible if we were on central time.
Have you ever tried to explain to your pets what it means to spring forward and to fall back? For some reason, the concept seems to escape them.
While I am dreaming about the possibility that I may be able to sleep until the sun awakens me, the puppies get restless about being late for their morning walk. There are worse things than having your eyelids licked until they open, but undisturbed slumber would be better.
Ever notice that, every time we change our clocks, whenever the dogs wake you up, you look at the clock and try to figure out what time it used to be? I guess it is a vein attempt to console oneself for having to get out of bed early. At least you can hop back in bed for a few more winks.
My wife and I sleep in a bed that is a bit tall. The mattress is, in effect, on top of a two drawer high dresser. For better or worse, my beagle Sherman is quite a jumper. I gave up trying to keep him out of bed when I discovered that no matter what I did I always woke up with him snuggled up against my legs.
Try living in a household where one beagle is allowed on the bed and the other isn't. Needless to say, both Sherman and Maggy sleep with us every night. Unfortunately, both prefer to snuggle up against me. It feels warm, snugly, and loving as I drift off to sleep. Unfortunately, every time I move or roll, they snuggle up again. By morning, I often find my self balanced precariously on the edge of the bed with not less than one limb hanging over. My wife thinks she wants a horse. (Eye roll.) It's bad enough to share the bed with two beagles. I refuse to share it with a horse.
What was that??? Oh, now that the creatures have been fed, my bed was calling me for another helping of delicious sleep.