My phone alarm went off this morning and I rolled over and looked at my other alarm clock. All I could think was “WTH??” before I rolled over and fell back to sleep. It’s Sunday, right? Who cares if I sleep in a tad. It’s still cold and grey out there and the bed was warm and inviting. It wasn’t until a bit later when I was actually up and moving and had a cup of java in my hand that I realized today we were to move our clocks an hour ahead.
No wonder it felt earlier than the clock read. I hate clocks but I reset them anyway. A clock on the stove to move ahead. One on the microwave. The clock beside my bed. And finally there’s the cuckoo clock. I had lost an hour of my life and I hadn’t even had my first cup of Sunday morning coffee finished. Oh well.
I sat here checking the weather and the long range weather forecast. I have Miss Anna’s Swedish weather right now. The weather dude says that the icky bad white stuff is supposed to fall from the sky laster this afternoon. Maybe we’ll get some tomorrow as well. I wish this front would move out and go some place like Florida or North Carolina where they enjoy weather like this. The weather is typical for central Minnesota but I’ll be the first to admit that I was spoiled by last year and had hoped we would get a repeat.
Maybe this is a cookie baking Sunday?