Okay, giving an hour back to whatever is not my idea of fun when sleep and time is a precious commodity. Especially coming off a fairly brutal couple of weeks, between my trip and work I’m short on sleep and patience. Having to give up an hour is not a pleasant thing to do.
On top of that, Quizz and Charlie do not understand the artificial construct of Daylight Savings, so their inner clocks are out of whack according to the new time but not to theirs. Who is right? Theirs! Of course, silly humans what were we thinking. Trying to manipulate time. Pshaw. Sun goes up they get fed and play. Sun goes down they get fed and go to sleep.
For Quizz the only good thing about Daylight Savings is that he has a longer basking time on the front porch. I came home from work and he had hollowed out a little burrow in the fresh mulch for his comfort. Good think Grandma hadn’t seen it. I’ll have to fill it in before she does.
We’ll all be better by the end of the week. But I wish that we’d stop messing with time.