Here comes the sun (doo-doo-doo-doo…)

Fall Back is my favourite time of year EVER.  To have forgotten to set your clock back on Saturday night  and then have the unexpected epiphany Sunday morning that you can sleep in the extra hour?  And then there’s the following Monday!  That day where your body wakes up feeling refreshed, recharged and ready to tackle the work week – it puts me in a state of near-Nirvana.

6:30 this morning I DIDN’T CARE that the cats were whining, it didn’t bother me that they were jockeying for position on the bed, ON ME.  For the first time in weeks, I wasn’t exhausted.  I came downstairs at 6:45 and the sun was up!  Sweet merciful deities it was up!!  It wasn’t dark out – the photosynthesis converted those solar rays into undiluted energy….  Energy for ME.  MY ENERGY.  On a Monday freaking morning.  It never happens.

So I have this proposal.  25-hour days.  ‘Cause that’s all it really took to have me back on track.  Just that extra hour.  If I could just have that hour every day – life would equalize.  I would be a better person.  I’d have more patience, humour and grace.  If there were 25 hours in a day, I could descend a set of stairs like Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday, I would have the self-possession of Katharine Hepburn, the flexibility of Esther Williams.  I have that ONE day a year.  It’s today – the Monday after Fall Back day.    If you cross my path today, just watch… Watch how I glide through the day, watch my smile, see my beatific glow… Revel with me on the day after Fall Back.  I cannot guarantee that tomorrow the after-effects will still be with me.  Get the best version of Heather while you can.