changing times
This morning and yesterday morning were a little tough around here, thanks to the time change. We all got up late for church Sunday and had to scramble a little bit; my alarm woke me this morning—what a shock!—and everyone else stayed asleep long enough to throw off our usual routines. I don't like having the clocks changed on me. Reminders of how much we're bossed around by arbitrary temporal standards are always unpleasant.
Not that it's all bad. Getting up in the dark is tough but the early morning ride to work was beautiful, especially with the fairly warm temperatures. And the later sunset means we can play outside as much as we want, and then get the kids to bed without them having to use any artificial lights at all (well, besides a little supplemental headlamp work for the end of story time). It's still a little too early in the season for us big people to start going lightless, as much as I wanted to this evening: for us there's bread to bake, seeds to start, and Easter suits to make over a period which extends past twilight at 7:15. But we'll get there... a minute more light in the evening per day, this time of year!