Daylight Saving Time ended Sunday. I don't mind it so much in the Fall; it only means an hour more to sleep in the morning and the return of darkness a little sooner in the evenings. Or so it seems… When the alarm clock screamed at 4:30 this morning, the extra hour seemed to make a difference. It is now barely past eight in the evening, however, and it feels so much later.
What bothers me most is that I'll be making up for this gained hour in the Spring; we'll have to give that hour back, you know. And then that alarm clock will be screaming at what feels like 3:30 AM. I dread that like a toothache.
In the meantime, November has brought rain and much cooler temperatures, which is a bad combination for achy joints, stiff muscles, and tired heads. I personally see this dilemma as just another reason to move closer to the equator in the not too distant future… For now, however, I'll mix my Bufferin cocktails and thank every willow tree on the planet for good ol' aspirin.
My mother drove up for a quick visit this past weekend; it was a short but good visit. I suppose I'll be heading south to Virginia to spend some of the Thanksgiving break with the family. I hate the fact that my dad is so ill; it makes every visit home almost melancholy. The approaching holiday season only makes the melancholy even more distinct. Perhaps it's a bit selfish, but I try not to dwell on it most of the time. Besides, there is nothing I can do. Not a thing. I can't even support my dad through the last months of his life — he doesn't remember who I am.
Enough about that…
I think the Bufferin is kicking in. God, I despise winter. I always have. The forecast calls for snow tomorrow night. I suppose I'll endure winter and make the best of it. No choice in the matter. You know what's worse than dreading three months of winter?
Knowing that, according to the season, it's still Fall…