Things My Husband Says

Oh hey, it’s Daylight Savings time again! I’ve lived in the PNW for twelve years now, and I still find this whole business confusing. Having come to terms with the way that the lack of winter light affects me, I’m totally in favor of squeezing out whatever tiny drops are to be had, I just can’t ever quite get into a routine with it. I get the whole “spring forward/fall back” part, so my clocks get changed in the right direction, but it’s really a crapshoot whether I’ll guess right about whether we’re on Daylight or Standard time at any given point. Today I know that it’s Daylight, which I guess makes sense, Daylight in the summer. But why are we saving daylight in the summer? Shouldn’t we save it in the winter?

I feel like this is a particularly bad weekend for me to lose an hour of. In just about six hours I need to have Sexy Husband out of the house and on his way to the airport for a very big day tomorrow. I also need to go to the store so I can bring something to potluck brunch. In an hour. And I need to make sure my secret project is as close to ready as I can get it, before the aforementioned SH-on-the-road thing starts. So, naturally, I’m typing this. In my defense, I’m dressed, and drinking my coffee, which is a mandatory part of my morning. I regret nothing!

Also, yes, it’s pouring rain and 48 degrees outside. I know it’s not summer. You know what I mean.