Daylight savings time is wreaking havoc with my routine. I can't wake up, it seems. I've only made one or two of my standing morning exercise dates this week, and even that was a sleepy slog. This morning I stumbled downstairs 10 minutes late and found Neighbor on my sofa, asleep. We made some tea and surfed online for shoes she could wear at her wedding, instead of lifting and doing yoga.
Part of it is that it's wonderfully light at night. I need to get the sailors off the water by 6:30 so they can derig their boats, change out of their drysuits, scramble into the van, and get back to campus in time for dinner. But there's always something to be done and I end up hanging around in the gloaming without realizing what time it is, and then have to speed south to my evening plans. With sailing season here, my social life is crammed into Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights, so I'm up later than usual, and often having a few drinks. And then, I can't get out of bed the next morning.