One of the great things about living in Southern California is the weather. We have mild winters (last week with 3 inches of rain excluded), and great springs and falls. However every spring and fall there is an event that happens that causes havoc on my life for two or three weeks after. People in Arizona, don’t have to suffer this event as they were smart enough to vote against, it but I guess everyone here in LA was out surfing in the middle of the winter and missed their chance to vote against it passing into law. The event is Daylight Savings Time. In that fall we go back to Standard Pacific Time. The older I get the harder it is to deal with these changes. It’s just an hour, it should be a big deal, but it completely goofs me up. The why we are told to remember it is,”Spring Ahead, Fall Back”. Which is just about right, the time change in spring drops me on my head, and the change in fall lands me right on my back.

Sunday was the time change, and it went well, mostly as I didn’t go anywhere and my TV shows were on a little earlier. However when Monday came around, I set the alarm back twice and slept on the floor for 20 minutes, because my alarm clock is on the other side of the room and I was too tired to make it all the way back to bed. I was sick Monday night, and Tuesday I didn’t go to work . Wednesday morning was basically a repeat of Monday. So both of those days, I ended up being on the last train I can catch without getting fired. Also Monday, Wednesday and Thursday I had to wake up my Beautiful Wife to take me to the train, otherwise I just wasn’t going to be able to make it.

So today I get up about the right time, to get to work on time, I get up and get in the shower. I realized I took my shower with my eyes shut the entire time. I realized this when I had to open my eyes to shave. And believe me, it was not the greatest jobs shaving I’ve even done. I stumble into our room and get dressed, stumble to the kitchen for a bowl of cereal and wolf it down while watching the news. I finish getting ready, kiss my Beautiful Wife goodbye and walk to the train. Now this is the first time I’ve walked to the train in like two months. I had been really good about walking every day, but with project of large proportions looming and working almost every night, I was too tired and ached too much to walk. So I walked today, got the train on time, life was good. So in completely truth I actually woke up on the train ride into work.

Walking to work, I notice it’s a beautiful day, but somehow the walk got me noticing that slack seemed to have a design flaw. It felt like the pockets we constructed of about ten times the material needed for the job. Anyhow got to work and didn’t think to much about it, till I sat down at my desk, and I notice the fabric was gathering at my mid-thigh, and I realized that I was so tired when I got dress, that I was actually wearing swim trunks under my pants. So I called my beautiful Wife and told her, I was tired, didn’t want to be at work, left my brains on the dresser and my shorts on under my pants. She laughed so hard she cried. And that’s how the time change affected me, what did it do to you?