Good morning, moon!
Too cheesy of a title? Oh, well.
But I'm happy to say I'm not saying good morning to the moon anymore (figuratively speaking - I'm not that poetic). I wake up in the morning and although I can't really say that the sun is shining, I can truthfully announce that it doesn't look like the dead of night anymore. As in, the woods are distinguishable and when I walk outside, I can see the rosy fingertips of dawn (to make a strained attempt at referencing Homer). The only issue? Paradise of light lost by Sunday morning!
Springing ahead! Possibly the worst two words of this month. I know it's only an hour lost for one day but that hour means an hour lost of sleep. Especially after the extreme lack of sleep occurring this week (or at the very least, disgustingly raised amounts of unexplainable fatigue), I think every minute counts. And naps are something that are pretty much physically impossible for me so I like those extra nighttime hours. Although I still find it fascinating how my cellphone clock automatically goes from 11:59 PM to 1:00 AM (but that's just because I'm a dork).
Hope you all remember to set your technologically-challenged clocks forward on Sunday! That would be quite unfortunate if you showed up to everything that day an hour late (I know - I did that last year).
