I don't remember hating daylight savings when I was younger. Nor do I recall feeling as though I'd been hit by a speeding truck and backed over several times the day after. And the day after that.
Good golly this year has hit me hard.
I don't know if it's because I've been having sleep struggles of late anyway (I mean, probably, because nothing makes life even more fun when you're already exhausted like losing another hour of sleep) or if it's just age (also possible, because old people are tired?)
Regardless, this latest bout of springing forward has left me decidedly unspringy. But I'm also terrified to hit up more than my usual amount of caffeine because I'll drag all day, finally climb in bed and then *ping* wide awake.
I really don't love that.
The maple pollen is not helping in any way, shape, or form.
Ugh.
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