What time is it right now, today, at this minute?  You say 8:01 p.m. eastern standard time.  Really, because yesterday at this same time it was 9:01 p.m. eastern standard time.  Daylight savings time occurred at 2:00 a.m. today.  We fell behind an hour.  I don't know about you, but I am totally messed up for a couple of weeks.  Ok, there are other things that mess me up too, but I am focusing on the time change in this post:)   For someone who struggles to get a full five hours of sleep a night and wakes up nearly every morning at 4 a.m., lays there falling back asleep until 5 a.m. or thereafter, this is a killer.  Today I woke up at 3 a.m. laid there, looked at the clock and said, "Well, it says 3:00 a.m. but really it is 4:00 a.m."  So, like most other mornings I laid there for another hour or so and then got up.  The clock read 4:00 a.m.  What to do at 4:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning; coffee, read, flick through a few channels till boredom took over, empty the dishwasher, refill the dishwasher, check the dryer, make the bed, play some music, pray, my friend texted me at 6:00 a.m., text conversations with Big D and my oldest sister simultaneously, my body feels profoundly old today and I walk 5 miles instead of run in 30 degree temps, clean entire house except the basement and it's only 9:30 a.m., take a shower, go to church.   11:00 a.m. church is where my day ends or should have since being up since 4:00 a.m.  Sitting in the balcony to stay warm as my church is frigidly cold, I slip in the pew a couple minutes late.  I am now exhausted having been awake since 3, no 4 a.m.  There are three rows in the balcony.  I sit in the middle row on the end.  Behind me is a junior high boy sitting alone.  Well, I am now sitting still and quiet and soon begin fighting falling asleep.  I do all the tricks - moving around, reading the bulletin, crossing my leg one direction and then another, leaning forward, turning sideways with my arm on the back of the pew, looking for my pen in my purse as I want to write something down.  Oh no, prayer time.  I am in trouble.  Hang in there Lynn.  Jesus deserves your full awake attention.  I am jolted from sleep when the congregation joins together in closing out prayer time by saying the Lord's Prayer out loud.  I make it through the children's moment, the announcements and head into the sermon on shaky sleep ground.  In one huge swaying jerk I wake myself up and giggle inside wondering how much entertainment I gave the junior high boy behind me.  Now it's not that Jesus is not exciting.  It's not that the sermon wasn't good - in fact during my awake moments I was taking some notes.  It's not that I didn't want to be there.  It's just that damned daylight savings time.  The only thing it's saving me is from getting sleep.  Right now I am wanting to go to bed but the clock says 8:50 p.m.  My body though says 9:50 p.m.  In about another week I will only keep track of one set of time, and will let loose of BDST (before daylight savings time).  If life isn't already taxing enough on all of us, we have to subject our bodies to altering their internal clocks twice a year.  Believe it or not, I actually nodded off typing this - you should have seen the sentence I created:)

1 comment:

  1. So pumped you found time for Jesus today! Your to-do list was lengthy and I was anxiously waiting to see if you could squeeze everything in...dang you're good!! Time change makes you
    realize how many clocks you have in your house, car, and wrist. What time is it again?? Depends where you look around here...takes about a month to get all clocks changed. I guess there's something to be said for living minimalistically (new word - like it?) peace out