Sunday, September 7th – Day 5 of 7 – It’s about time
We set our clocks back an hour last night – the third time in six days. And we’re not done yet!
It’s funny what a big deal we make over losing or gaining an hour of sleep back home. The groans in the springtime when your body didn’t like the lost hour. The blissful smiles in the fall, knowing you get to sleep in an extra hour before church on Sunday. We thought a gradual easing back would be a piece of cake, but it’s not. Guess what? Your body doesn’t adapt in a matter of days.
The morning after the first time change, I woke at 6:10 a.m. After the second change, my eyes popped open at 5:15 a.m. This morning, the third change, it was 4:05 a.m. Pre-dawn light filtered in through the partially open curtains, gray and weak, but enough to illuminate the narrow walkway. I swayed my way to the bathroom, crawled back in bed, and then lay there with my mind racing. Fifteen long minutes was about all I could take, so up I got to hang out on the balcony for a most amazing sunrise over the Pacific.
One thing I know for sure after this past week, mind might work over matter, and you might fool your body’s internal clock for one hour, maybe two. Three though? Not so much.
I hate thinking ahead to our 20-hour return flights home, and how long it will take to adjust back to the 18-hour time change.
Towel beast of the day … a peacock!