I think there’s a Coldplay song by that title that I like.
I’m getting ready to set my clocks back an hour. This silly little ritual always manages to mess with people, whether we’re supposed to jump ahead an hour or fall behind an hour. I know there will be people showing up to church an hour early tomorrow. . .
Kind of like how we showed up an hour late one year. I’ve posted about that before, but you probably weren’t reading me back then. I’m including the link below in case you want to read about this pretty funny story (if you ask me) and get a little bit of Vintage Vicki (I like that title!).
Hope you enjoyed your extra hour of sleep! If you have children still dependent on you for breakfast making, or even just to get them out of their beds, then you will not have enjoyed that extra hour. I know I’ll be feeling your pain.