This "getting up earlier" never seems to last for long anyhow (maybe slightly longer than my no-cookies resolution) and then four months later after being accustomed to waking up at the appointed hour, I lose an hour of sleep in order to go back to the previous time schedule.
The goats don't care if it's 6 o'clock or 7 o'clock. They want to be fed. Like now. The chickens are obviously indifferent to the numbers on my watch as the darned roosters will start crowing hours before sunrise and then they march their little feet into the coop about ten minutes before dark regardless of how many times the little wooden cuckoo pokes it's head out of my wooden wall clock. And the cat will wake me up to be fed exactly one hour before the alarm rings, the first stinking morning after the time change (how the hell do they know???).
Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could all run our lives based upon nature's clock instead of the one on our cellphones? Back in the olden days, I suspect that is how it happened. And back in the really, really olden days, I'm betting that once the sun went down, you'd better be hunkered down in your cave or teepee or sod house before the wolves and other nocturnal predators came looking for a late night homo sapien snackie.
But now we've got time clocks to punch, schedules to keep and electricity to light up the darkness when we would normally be hitting the pillow. All in an attempt to make a day somehow contain twenty-five hours.
Where was I going with this anyways? You know.....I have no idea.
Maybe I'm just up too late. But it's "really" only 11 pm instead of midnight, so that's ok.
|I'll get around to changing the clock....|