Salvaged

I promised myself this weekend that I'd make sure to get enough sleep—a direct result of coming to the end of two incredibly busy months at work, which have left me more than a bit droopy.

I didn't set an alarm on Sunday and ended up sleeping later than I expected, even factoring in the forward leap of the clocks.

Not surprisingly, I wasn't especially tired last night when the clock struck the reasonable hour I had decided would be my bedtime. I ended up turning in at midnight.

But I promised myself enough sleep, so I set my little travel alarm for 7:30 (later than I normally sleep during the week).

When I woke up in the morning, I instinctively looked over at the wall, where our cool bedroom clock projects the current time. It said 6:00AM.

I was awake, but I knew that six hours of sleep was not going to cut it, so turned over, closed my eyes, and fell back asleep.

I have no idea what happened to my alarm, because when I woke up again it was 8:15.

Then I realized that we hadn't reset the projection clock, so it was actually 7:00AM, not 6:00, when I woke up the first time.

Damn that Daylight Savings Time!

But . . .

fast-forward to the end of the day. I left work at a highly respectable 5:20 and got home before 6:00.

With more than an hour of daylight left, Zach and I were able to take a long walk around the Silver Lake Reservoir before dinner.

No sit-ups for me tonight.

Thanks, Daylight Savings Time!