For most of the time since I’ve been working as a writer, Kris has been getting home from work at 4:45. Or 5:00. Or 5:15. (It’s all rather random, despite what she says.)
Lately, though, she’s moved to her “winter schedule”, which means now she’s getting home at about 6:00 or 6:15.
This may not seem like a big deal, but it’s actually rather disconcerting. Right now, for example, it’s 8:45 but it feels like it should only be 7:15. By coming home later, Kris has shortened my evenings!
And then Daylight Savings will happen! And you’ll eat cereal for supper, fall asleep upside down in the bathtub at noon, and crow when the moon rises!