Last Sunday in March

Last night I carefully set my clock ahead an hour and fixed the alarm, then told Husband I was doing so.  He gave a huge sigh, and went out to tell Chris that Daylight Saving Time is upon us.

The alarm went off at 6:25am.  I stayed under the blankets for about 15 minutes, then got up and headed for the kitchen.  I got the tea on to brew, and brought in both newspapers.  Arranged them on the nook table, poured my Cheerios into a bowl, sliced a banana on top, sugared my cup of tea, and settled in for breakfast.

While reading the PARADE magazine, I came upon a blurb about Daylight Saving Time.  Which ones of the United States do not participate in following Daylight Saving Time.  That _next week_ is the beginning of Daylight Saving Time.

Retracing my steps down the hall, I stayed in the doorway to keep a safe distance.  With a soft voice I asked if Husband is awake.  Yeah, yeah, I’ll be up in a minute.  Well, that’s okay, I saw in the paper that Daylight Saving Time begins next week.  We are a whole hour ahead.

His response must have been fairly minor, because I cannot remember what he said. 
Later, there was a note on the message bar for Chris

Uncharacteristic inaccuracy for the Mrs. 
Daylight Savings Time is _next_ week…of course she realized this _after_ the alarm went off at 6:25 (swear word) am



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One Response to Last Sunday in March

  1. momma says:

    As I sat and read this my mind kept thinking no it’s not DST yet. I glanced at the clock on the computer then finished reading. We all have this little ‘brain farts’ so don’t feel bad. Someday when Mr. DoF grows up he will get them too!! Ha Ha