Marie Alice

Diary of a writing project. Day 162: what time is it?

We are a great many.

To hate Daylight saving time.

For a couple of days after the real outdated Daylight saving time measure, I keep asking myself what time it really is.

This morning, I woke up at 5 in order to get more words on the page, but really it was 4 am.

It was dark and gloomy, heavy clouds holding back a promise of rain. But as luck would have it, I woke up with a smile, courtesy of a funny dream.

And since my dreams have been dark and nightmare-ish for the past two months, I would venture and say it’s a good sign.

Is it the spring?

Is it because I’m consciously stopping myself when I’m getting in a negative thinking mood?

Don’t know.

One thing for sure : it’s a perfect way to start the writing week!

It’s a dated policy, it messes up kiddo for a week, and I miss waking up with the sun.

daylight saving time day

I profoundly dislike it.

It’s a dated policy, it messes up kiddo for a week, and I miss waking up with the sun.

Better make the best of it though, get some tea – on the strong side – planned the coming writing week and get some writing done.

But it’s the time-change weeeeek! It means waking up in the dark again, and one hour earlier than usual too, and coping with general tiredness.

How to cope with tiredness when you actually cannot sleep more?