After a few weeks of just sliding into work at the last minute (early is on time and on time is late!), I was finally getting into the groove of getting up just a little bit early. It was so nice – I was able to take my time in the morning, not feel like I had to rush with our morning goodbye, and not drive like a bat of hell to get downtown. And then the time changed this weekend. Oh, it’s been horrible. I know this is only the 3rd day, but it is so hard to get out of bed when it’s pitch black out. On top of that, I am staying up later because there is more light in the evening. I am relaxing, reading, having wonderful chats with my husband while sipping tea. And I am exhausted. I am sure, like everything, I will get used to the time change. At least it means Spring is on the way.