Daylight Saving Time:
A collective hangover made
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I'm just grateful that I don't have this daylight savings thingy. Because I never seem to understand what that is or how that works no matter how much I read about it. Lol!
We've just had the shift that gives you an extra hour in bed.
Dark mornings and darker nights.
I think I'm the only person on the planet that actually likes daylight savings.
I loathe time change.
Usually all it means for me is that I get an extra hour of sleep before church & am well-rested. Not this year.
I'm still not sure what day it is.