RIP Daylight Savings Time

 

We were happily reading in bed. The dog was a lump under the covers. 

Then the regular 7:05 church bells went off. The clock said 8:05. It was then we realized it was this Sunday, not next, when the Daylight Savings Time ends.

I adore this day. I feel I've been given back that extra hour of life, that was stolen from me in the Spring.

The next week will be a pain if we want to watch any U.S. News station. Instead of six hours difference, it's now five, which I suppose is better than the seven hours difference in the spring. 

Guaranteed we will miss one broadcast forgetting to do the mental time change before tuning on the set. At least the other national stations we watch will be on French time.

Most of the world, not all, and not the U.S., do not change the last weekend in October. Granted the longer summer nights can be pleasant, but I'm in love with the early dark days. To me curling up with tea and a book, maybe a movie, a small meal, music, sweats and maybe a fire in our fireplace is pure heaven. This year it will be even better once our new fireplace is installed.

I'm a chilly weather person, loving turtle necks and sweaters. As a full time writer my business uniform includes blessed jeans. Although summer sneakers/trainers/baskets (American, English/French) are fine, I love my boots. I have a couple of patterned pairs.

My husband humors me. We don't change our clocks until 5:00 or 17heures DST. That way when I think the day was winding down, I can say, "Oh, I still have an hour to do (Fill in the blank). 

This year I suggested we have a glass of champagne. There's a split cooling in the frigo. My husband humors me.