Today is the first day that Indiana has been on Daylight Saving Time since 1970. And, as such, it’s the first time I’ve experienced the “setting of clocks” tradition since I moved here in 1992. That’s a long time, long enough for me to forget much about how it felt to “lose an hour”. My memory being a kid was just that TV shows and the like started at different times. But I remember feeling like the fact that the weekend was actually shorter was more about theory than practice. When you sleep through the time change like I did when I was little, I think it’s relatively easy to take.

Well, if that’s the case, then I’ve sure decided to take an abusive approach to this DST day. I went last night to an April Fools Day/Daylight Saving Time party. I stayed out well past the magic hour, and when I first woke up after not-very-much sleep, the time changes were confusing enough to my groggy brain that I couldn’t even figure out how much sleep I’d gotten. I knew it wasn’t very much though. So, after waking up and doing some things for a few hours, I decided that a nap was definitely in order. I slept from about 2-5pm. Wow!

So, now, here it is 11:45, only 24 hours after what was 10:45 last night, and I’m sure not feeling very tired. It sounds like a great deal of fun to be awake and do things right now, but I also know that I need to go to bed pretty soon to try to keep myself from getting thrown into a wicked sleep schedule. We’ll see what happens. I’m already looking forward to the longer weekend in October, though. :)

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