I’ve been refraining from bitching about Daylight Saving Time only because doing so is pretty cliché: no matter how you cut it, it’s tough to deal with. Circadian rhythms are thrown out of whack, and nothing ever feels right until a week later. Usually I’m able to deal with it easily enough, but this year it seems to have hit me particularly hard. I haven’t been able to wake up early, and I’ve been pretty comatose on the train. It’s a miracle I haven’t yet shot past my stop forcing me to double back. The grogginess stays with me onto my streetcar ride, and right to my desk, where I can’t help but lay my head on my desk for a few seconds to get a few brief moments of stillness. There have been a few times where I’ve been tempted to call in sick just to be able to catch up.
Yeah, I’m sure all will be fine soon enough, but….graaaaaaaaaaagh.
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