Sunday, March 9, 2025

Sunday, March 9, 2025 Day 208

Good morning, and welcome to time-change hell—where the clocks shift, and my body remains hopelessly confused.

I have this habit (some might call it a disorder) of waking up between 3:30 and 4:00 a.m. every day. So, when I woke up at 3:30 a.m. new time, my half-asleep brain immediately screamed, “Wait! That’s 2:30 a.m. old time! You cannot get up yet!” Like a responsible adult, I rolled over and tried to sleep some more. But the problem with playing time-zone gymnastics in your head is that every time you glance at the clock, you have to do math. And math at 4:30 a.m. (or was it 3:30?) is not my strong suit. I went through this cycle of confusion until finally, at 6:15 a.m. (definitely new time—I think), I admitted defeat and got out of bed.

Why do we still do this time-change nonsense? Who exactly is in charge of the clocks, and why do they hate us? Now that the shift has happened, I assume we’re on daylight savings time… or standard time… or some kind of time. I’ll figure it out once I’m fully awake—so, maybe by Wednesday.

Yesterday, the painters arrived bright and early at 6:45 a.m. (old time, for those still tracking at home) and worked until 4:30 p.m. (new time). These guys put in another full day of work while I inadvertently signed up for a full day of Spanish immersion. One of the painters was a talker—a nonstop stream of conversation. I nodded along like I understood, but by the end of the day, I had learned about as much Spanish as I did in high school: nada.

By late afternoon, it was time to head out to The Breakers to celebrate Mark’s leap-year birthday. Geoff and Kristen made the long trek from the city to join us, and as we pulled into the parking lot at 5:00 p.m., I was surprised to see that most of the spaces were already full. Strange, considering the restaurant had only opened an hour earlier. Theresa seniors were out in full force again. Fortunately, Barb had the foresight to make a reservation, 24 hours earlier. There were only two open tables when we walked in.

The evening was filled with good company, delicious Chinese food, and a couple of dangerously strong Mai Tais. I made the wise decision to avoid the burger this time—last Sunday’s attempt had left me with something resembling a hockey puck on a bun, which wasn’t suitable for the “doggy bag”. Excellent choice, because dinner was fantastic, and the time with family was even better. Two Mai Tais in, fortune cookies consumed, and winning lottery numbers lost somewhere on the table.

Mark paid the dinner bill…not sure how that works…it was his birthday! Thanks Mark. Barb offered to escort me to the car, which seems to be a new thing with me. Find a female and lean helplessly into them…next thing ya know they are holding me tight. 😉Given that our parking spot was practically in another zip code, it really was helpful. Thanks, Barb.

This morning, the electrician is scheduled to arrive at 8:00 a.m. (new time—probably) to hook things up. It’s supposed to take just a couple of hours, but based on my track record of estimating project timelines, I’ll go ahead and assume we’re looking at a full day. After this, the only major task left is installing the bathroom plumbing fixtures. Well… technically that’s not the last thing. We’ve got a small crew coming in to clean the bedroom and move the furniture back in. But once that’s done, life should finally start to resemble something normal again.

In the meantime, I think I’ll head back to bed—just to make absolutely sure I’m adjusted to this new time

Have a great Sunday! Tomorrow should feel more normal.

Love you guys!❤️