That Good Ol' Time Change

This was it, the weekend of the Fall time change. Spring forward, fall back.

Everyone is always so excited that we get to have an extra hour of sleep.

I don't know about anyone else, but this never happens to me. I know some of you who are reading this are nodding. What always happens is I go to bed an hour later, knowing that I'll get to crawl out of bed technically an hour later. But then when morning comes, my natural body clock wakes me up when the sun is at that point in the sky that I used to wake up before the policital powers-that-be decided once again to change the clocks on us.

Then if my natural body clock doesn't wake me up an hour "early" then the dogs do. Their little internal clocks say it's time to run outside, and then come back inside and get their daily morning dog biscuit.

All this means that for someone who allegedly got an extra hour of sleep, what happened was I got an hour less.

Go figure.