Monday Morning
It's Wednesday now, but I thought I'd share my Monday morning thoughts since I know I'm not the only sufferer....
It's Monday morning. At least I think it is. Yep--just checked my phone. It's Monday. I should know that. I remember going to church yesterday, which would make it Sunday. But my brain seems to be working in slow-motion.
What's going on? I slept well last night. But I woke up feeling drugged. I took a nap, but it didn't help. Am I coming down with the flu?
No, I've come down with adjusting to the time change-itis. My own personal Day of the Living Dead.
I thought that I had escaped the misery this year. I felt fine all day Sunday. Of course, it was an easy going day--church, lunch out, playtime with my grandson.
But it hit me this morning. Hard. And I have work to do.
I'm very grateful that it's a sunny day. We recently had a string of cloudy days and adding in my minor version of SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder) would only compound my misery.
Hopefully I'll feel better tomorrow. But I can never tell.
The politicians who are dragging their feet about getting rid of this pointless business of changing the clocks twice a year, clearly don't suffer these problems. (A good example of my brain funk--I had to look up the spelling of politician. No matter how I spelled it, it didn't look right.)
Could someone please develop a pill that would cause every single person who is apparently immune, to suffer these symptoms?
I bet everyone would make a decision about whether to keep "normal" time or daylight savings time pretty darn quick.