Oh blog, where are thou?
Yes, I know…it’s been here all along, and somehow my attention (meager as it is) has been diverted for several weeks. Long story short, be careful about taking on volunteer “opportunities” in your “spare” time. The result can mean you wake up and realize a couple months have raced by and you barely looked up to notice the clock racing or the sun rising or setting.
This past weekend was the annual springing ahead of said clock. It is the weekend I love and dread in equal proportions each year. I love having longer evenings and here in the South, the time change is immediately followed by warmer evenings as well. But for a few days, I struggle with the alarm going off in a pre-dawn hour.
Our Saturday was spent driving to Knoxville to watch the Vols beat Mizzou, then driving back, knowing the East/Central time zone switch would be compounded this time by the arrival of the annual time change. It arrived right on cue, so Sunday morning came all too soon, but I was up and out the door bright and early. After lunch, Swimmer Girl and I went shopping for Easter dresses and we emerged victorious, with two dresses in tow. We rushed to the high school for a matinee production of “You’re a Good Man, Charlie Brown.” It was very well done, but my eyelids were drooping after the intermission, so when we got home, I grabbed a nap. Even with the nap, bedtime came early Sunday night.
And the Monday morning alarm was completely ignored. Tomorrow, treadmill, tomorrow.