It must be a sign I’m getting old that I’m so inordinately tickled when I can extract a tiny favor from the space-time continuum.
While teaching in England 2 weeks ago, we observed *Daylight Savings Time on the Sunday morning of my workshop by luxuriating in an extra hour of much needed sleep. Since the USA observes DST a week later than the U.K., I got to sleep in again last Sunday. Though two hours of extra sleep in the space of one week may not seem like a big deal, it thrills me beyond measure that I won’t have to give back one of those hours next spring – I get to keep it for the rest of my life.
Time, of course, always wins in the end – but in my case it will have to wait an extra hour.