I woke up this morning to the murky light of morning. I knew in an instant that I had overslept–for the first time I inadvertently stood up my walking buddy. (Only last week I purposely turned off the alarm and went back to sleep.) Last night, I double-checked my alarm clock to make sure it was still set for 6:15 a.m. It was. Then I neglected to flick the “on” button.
So, I stayed snuggled under the covers until 8:00 a.m.
The Magic Roundabout hd The end of Daylight Savings time has little effect on our family now. No one naps and the 5-year old takes our word for it when we tell her it’s bedtime. She slept a little later than usual today, which was odd. I remember the days when we had babies on schedules, though, and how much I detested the time change.
This afternoon, the children played in the back yard even after darkness fell (between 4:30 and 5:00). They didn’t question the early darkness.
I kind of like the dark evenings. The house feels cozy with its little pools of lamplight here and there.
I’m constantly having to ask myself what month it is. Sometimes I am so disoriented that I can’t quite remember what season it is. The circling of seasons reminds me of that water-park ride where you slide down from pool to pool on an inner-tube, around and around until you drop down the rushing water to the next whirpool. Around and around we go, the seasons coming at us faster and faster until, with a whoosh, we’re circling downstream.
At least that’s how it seems to me.