*My brother, Charles, asked me to write a blog post so he could have something to read and avoid doing work. This post is dedicated to his laziness. Sigh… I can’t believe I aiding and abetting this kind of behavior!*
The end of daylight savings is usually the bane of my existence. I loathe the day that deprives me of an hour’s sleep. Springing forward leaves me exhausted and groggy for a good week or two while my body adjusts.
So you can imagine my surprise, Reader, when at the close of the dreaded day, I reviewed the hours and realized it was the most productive day I’ve had in a long time. There was no Spring-forward-sleep-deprived hangover. There was no fogginess of mind or dragging of the feet. Instead, the apartment floors and walls were sparkling; my room was clean; a successful meeting was completed; progress on a project had been made; and the refrigerator had been cleared out and re-stocked. At the end of it all, I came home from evening mass and enjoyed a bit of wine while treating myself to a DIY mani/pedi. Wow!
Perhaps it was the warm temperatures, or the bright sun that seeped through the windows longer than usual, or the fact that I feel asleep around 9:30 the night before, or the combination of all of the above. Whatever it was not only had a positive influence on typically cringe-worthy day, but this whole week (all three days of it) has been great! (Well, not entirely great – I received somewhat distressing news yesterday (more on that in an upcoming post) – but it’s been mostly great.) I relaxed in Bryant Park on Monday before rehearsal. I went outside without a coat for the first time this year on Tuesday. Even waking up an hour earlier hasn’t been as painful as I would have expected!
The end of daylight savings surprised me this year. Instead of being the bane of my existence, it seems to have revived me. I just hope this trend continues. Yes, even the surprising trend of Spring Forward.