Time, time, time
"What has become of me?"
Think I'm remembering "A Hazy Shade of Winter" by Simon & Garfunkle.
You remembered to "fall back," didn't you? In my case, it means I got up at my usual late time instead of even later. I managed--and this seems to happen every autumn--to stay up an extra hour last night so nothing was gained. (You can be sure I'll lose time in the spring though.)
One good thing: my clock is back to normal. I have a clock that sets itself to the atomic clock(s?) in Colorado. It's neat. Except every year when we're switching to or from Daylight Savings Time, it gets out of sorts and totally has the wrong time for something like 36 hours. For example, yesterday the alarm, which was set for 11 a.m., rang at 4 p.m. (That's when the clock thought it was 11.) As I said, though, it seems to be back to normal now.
Also totally normal: a bunch of stupid dreams. (Well, one had its moments.) I was trying to learn the words of a play. In German. The page where there were single-word lines was fine, but I sort of threw my hands up in despair when it came to whole paragraphs.
Then I was seeing the play on stage, but it switched to a Stephen Sondheim musical. Starring Rene Auberjonois. (At least he was getting to act. I've had a whole string of celebrity sightings in my dreams where they're doing other things. Most recently, Jorge Garcia was trying to open a chain of pizza stands.)
Then there was a variation of the miserable work dream. Usually I'm at work and either miserable or stressed about something. This time I was still home...but stressed about going into work. So I decided not to. (This is an improvement. Maybe I'll eventually get to nice dreams about being retired.) I do remember calling in.
This immediately segued into trying to take photos of Mr. Whiskers with some new-fangled camera thing (phone??) that I had gotten as a premium. He was cooperating and posing, but the pictures just weren't happening. Then some complete stranger (attractive young blonde woman) shows up and turns something around on the camera. "It should work now." And it did! (If only all my problems were solved so easily.) Of course, by this time Mr. Whiskers had decided to lurk under the kitchen sink. (That was the nice part of the dreams, seeing him again.)
Think I'm remembering "A Hazy Shade of Winter" by Simon & Garfunkle.
You remembered to "fall back," didn't you? In my case, it means I got up at my usual late time instead of even later. I managed--and this seems to happen every autumn--to stay up an extra hour last night so nothing was gained. (You can be sure I'll lose time in the spring though.)
One good thing: my clock is back to normal. I have a clock that sets itself to the atomic clock(s?) in Colorado. It's neat. Except every year when we're switching to or from Daylight Savings Time, it gets out of sorts and totally has the wrong time for something like 36 hours. For example, yesterday the alarm, which was set for 11 a.m., rang at 4 p.m. (That's when the clock thought it was 11.) As I said, though, it seems to be back to normal now.
Also totally normal: a bunch of stupid dreams. (Well, one had its moments.) I was trying to learn the words of a play. In German. The page where there were single-word lines was fine, but I sort of threw my hands up in despair when it came to whole paragraphs.
Then I was seeing the play on stage, but it switched to a Stephen Sondheim musical. Starring Rene Auberjonois. (At least he was getting to act. I've had a whole string of celebrity sightings in my dreams where they're doing other things. Most recently, Jorge Garcia was trying to open a chain of pizza stands.)
Then there was a variation of the miserable work dream. Usually I'm at work and either miserable or stressed about something. This time I was still home...but stressed about going into work. So I decided not to. (This is an improvement. Maybe I'll eventually get to nice dreams about being retired.) I do remember calling in.
This immediately segued into trying to take photos of Mr. Whiskers with some new-fangled camera thing (phone??) that I had gotten as a premium. He was cooperating and posing, but the pictures just weren't happening. Then some complete stranger (attractive young blonde woman) shows up and turns something around on the camera. "It should work now." And it did! (If only all my problems were solved so easily.) Of course, by this time Mr. Whiskers had decided to lurk under the kitchen sink. (That was the nice part of the dreams, seeing him again.)