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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