Springing forward.

Headfirst. Into a tree. Today was hard. It wasn't until the end of my lunch period that I finally figured out that 99% of my difficulty staying alert and focused today was due to Daylight Savings Time. Which might have made sense seventy years ago, during WWII, but no longer does since milking cows is automated. 

And every year the springing-forward is more and more grueling for me.

I'm a little over a third into the second season of House. I would love to stay awake for oh, say, six or seven days and binge-watch until I've completed all eight seasons.

But instead I'm going to save the next drop of Wordle until tomorrow morning, and I am going to bed.

Later, gators.