Daylight Savings has got me all screwed up.
Yesterday I was constantly panicking. Panicking that I woke up too late. Panicking that I was late for job number one. Panicking that I was going by the only clock in my apartment that hadn’t been switched. (It had)
I ended up laughing a lot at myself. And being extremely thankful that my phone just automatically knows what time it is.
I just realized I’m still going to have to change my watch. Which is probably still on East Coast time anyway. I have no idea what time it is right now.
The best part about daylight savings was that Brad stayed up just a little extra to see me Saturday night after I got off work. On the weekends, Brad goes in to work at 7am. And on the weekends, I got into work round 6pm. So… we are basically exact opposites and only end up seeing each other while the other is sleeping. Or I wake him up on the couch when I get home and send him to bed while I stay up and eat leftover Halloween candy.
Lately when he’s been leaving at 6:30am, it’s still been dark out. So yesterday, it made me happy that when he kissed me goodbye and I opened my eyes just a tiny sliver, there was a little bit of sunshine.
I can’t say the same for my workday. You’d probably imagine, it was the exact opposite. As I drove from one job to the next (more on that some other day), the sun was almost set. There’s nothing that makes you feel more like a vampire than starting your day as the sun is going down.
Don’t panic. We will all get through this together. (well, not Arizona, I guess)