I’m not sure about you, but here in the United States, we’ll be springing forward Sunday. Seems innocent enough–simply set the clock ahead one hour. But as time changes go, this one hits below the belt. A month from now someone will comment on the fact I’ve been yawning incessantly; to which I’ll have no recourse but to reply, time change.
Of course, there’s a silver lining to this particular conundrum. A time change such as this can mean but one thing: spring is on the way. Spring, my friends!
Let’s just take a moment to simmer on that thought, shall we? Sigh.
That said, shovel that snow, batten down the hatches if you have to–just remember, this too shall pass. Days of nothing but blue skies and sunshine, warmth and the songs of birds are on their way; may the anticipation get you through, until they arrive.
. . . a bright weekend to you, my friends!