#lost hour

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ….. You may relate, or you may be one of the lucky ones, but I am feeling incredibly groggy today. I’m placing the blame squarely on that “missing” hour—that elusive bit of time snatched away when we “spring forward.” Logically, one hour shouldn’t make such a massive difference, right? Yet, as I dragged myself out of bed this morning, my body felt heavy. Part of me thought it was…

Trying to Save an Hour

Trying to Save an Hour I have locked the door And placed a bowl of lemons there All the curtains are closed – Blinds pulled down I’m burning sage and have Gathered lucky stones I rummaged through the junk Drawer until I found a scraggly Rabbit’s foot and a pressed Four-leaf clover My fingers are crossed Horseshoes are hung And stars have been wished upon There is nothing left for me to do I’ve…

Well, its 03:22.

The clocks have changed. I've lost an hour somewhere. Lost to the Langoliers, presumably.