I woke up an hour late this morning. No fault but my own. I turned off the alarm. But there is an explanation…

As I’m rushing around to make tea and write this post, I’m thinking about Daylight Savings Time. It is undoubtedly wonderful to have long evenings: to take a walk or putter around in the yard or even just to sit on the deck and read the paper with a glass of iced tea.

But the hour that was stolen had to be repaid. I couldn’t have it Saturday night … so I took it last night instead!