I've been fuming every morning for the past month about the early Daylight Savings Time — worried that I'm not going to be able to pull off getting out of bed on time for work and resentful to Congress for not personally considering my feelings.
And then I worked the weekend so I get to really ease into it. And it so far doesn't seem so bad.
Somewhere there's a metaphor for life in there. Or possibly just my life.
