Yes, this is going to be a post about the time change and how screwed up my body clock is. Boring? Yes.
This week I have dragged myself out of bed and to work. Dragged is the best word I can think of because that’s what it’s been feeling like. Also, it completely doesn’t help that some flora has decided to start junking up the air with it’s happy love scent because my eyes are a watery mess. Today it looks like I am ready to go on vacation based on the size of the bags under my eyes. Who knew that wearing my glasses helps cover up the bags? Too bad the glasses are just for reading or I’d wear them all day–I think the whole driving and walking down the hall thing might be risky with them on.
If I’m feeling this screwed up because the time changed, how is it that characters in movies, television and books can time travel for fun and profit and not ever feel the effects? Give me some realism people.
Waking up in the dark has been difficult this week, that’s for sure. I like the light at night though. I’ve whipped my neti pot out this week to be proactive for my sinuses. I’ve been feeling it too.
By the way, this weekend I purged our bookshelves. I have several old kids’ backpacks on the front porch full of books and toys waiting for the charity truck to pick them up.
The light in the evening has been awesome. I just need to adjust to what’s feeling like waking up in the middle of the night. The better-half’s aunt is involved in a church charity that sells things and we’re hoping they are going to want our books for their next sale.