It's tough coming to terms with the changeover from daylight savings.
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So many clocks to adjust, so little recall how I did that last year.
The microwave, the fridge, don't even mention the body clock.
Every time I jump in the car I think I'm an hour late for an appointment.
So many yawns watching 7.30 Report.
Actually make that News At 5.
Not just because I'm bored hearing about Covid vaccination rollouts.
I'm on the nod, you see, and I blame the changeover from Daylight Savings.
Losing that hour - or gaining, I can never quite comprehend - really throws the schedule.
Like, I'm pretty sure we had Easter Sunday lunch on by 10am this year.
Which was fine, I was hungry by then.
The appetite just seems to go through the roof the minute I lose an hour.
Fruit and muesli for breakfast, followed by a three-course roast duck chaser.
Lucky we had smart phones.
They rolled over automatically the night before. Our stomachs followed suit next morning. Followed by by the spuds which came out of the oven.
Then we watched the clock for the next two hours wondering if it would be OK to lunch at 11am.
Because normally that would be 12, right?
Somewhere.
Funny how much difference that hour makes.
The darkest hour if you're looking to go for a jog in the afternoon.
The day before, come 5pm, you had 60 minutes extra to procrastinate.
Now you need a torch.
Those cooler sou-westerlies start to blow, the mullet start to run and you feel like doing the exact opposite.
Gassed. By the heater I've just hooked up, and the prospect of laying on the couch, to yawn.
And it didn't have to be that way, just yet. It was still 24 degrees and sunny out there, an hour ago.
Why do we rush to put the clock back in April? To appease the farmers, the cows, the Easter bunny?
Why don't we extend it through to the end of May? Squeeze the most out of those balmy autumn afternoons we're squandering in the name of getting home from work in the dark.
To make up for the delay, we could stay in bed the entire June, July and possibly August.
Squeeze the most out of our doonas.
We had ours out as soon as daylight savings ended, don't you worry.
Creatures of habit that we are.
Talk about cooking the goose.
Duck down can be very dehydrating when things aren't as chill as the early onset of darkness would suggest.
I'm blaming the changeover from daylight savings, and running the air-con prematurely.
I know it's something I'll warm to.
In the meantime, I'll just have to clock off and chill.
