Greetings, and happy Daylight Savings! Thank goodness for smart technology. When I woke up this morning, my phone, the clock beside my bed (Echo Dot), and my watch (Apple Watch) were already synched to the new time. I will never understand why my car can’t do the same thing.
It usually takes me days to change the clock in my car because I only think about it when I’m driving, and of course, it won’t allow me to adjust those settings while I’m driving. (How can it know I’m driving, but it doesn’t know that it’s Daylight Savings?) At least I figured how how to change the time on the stove and microwave, so that’s done.
Anyway! Are you Team Daylight Savings or no?
I am not a fan. I belong to the camp who believes Daylight Savings Time has outlived it usefulness, and all it is to me is a pesky disruption to my routine. For some reason, I can travel from time zone to time zone with no trouble adjusting, but when I have to move my clock ahead an hour for Daylight Savings, I’m out of whack for at least a week. And so it begins…
The big news in our household is that R starts back to school tomorrow, after being virtual for the past four months.
Our county has finally met the markers they set for our schools to reopen five days a week. And all the parents say, Hallelujah!!!
It was almost a year ago to the day that our schools were closed indefinitely and without warning, and our lives came to a screeching halt. Phrases like “flatten the curve” and “social distancing” and “remote learning” became household terms, face masks became a fashion accessory, and hand sanitizer and paper towels suddenly became a valuable commodity.
The funny thing is, people really thought it would be over in a couple of weeks. Even at the time, I remember thinking, How do you get rid of a pandemic in two weeks???
Of course, I had no idea what a pandemic life would look like or how long it would last, but I just had a feeling it was going to be a long haul. And here we are, a year later.
But I don’t want to spend a lot of time dwelling on the events of the past year.
I know the effects of this pandemic year will be felt for many months and possibly years to come, and I do not for a minute want to minimize the pain and suffering people have endured this past year, or the long-term health problems the virus has bestowed on some of its victims.
And yes, if we look hard enough, I’m sure we can find some silver linings in this whole debacle, but I’m ready to put it all behind me and move on to the next thing — whatever it is life has to throw at us, whether it be good, bad, or indifferent… I just want to move. on.
Happily, it looks like we’re headed in that direction. That little pinprick of light I was seeing at the end of the tunnel… it’s getting bigger. We are getting there, friends!
Not only is the light at the end of the Covid tunnel getting bigger and brighter, I’m starting to see the light at the end of the winter tunnel as well. It’s windy and chilly here, but sunny and bright. I actually broke out my trench coat for church this morning! I can’t wait until it’s nice enough to put away the winter duds for good.
I did pack away most of it this week, but I saved out a few key essentials, and I still find myself wishing I had some of the boots I packed away. This is such a tricky time of year for dressing.
What I try to do is mix lighter and heavier pieces, but it can take some trial and error to find combinations that look right together. Today I wore a lighter sweater with white jeans and suede ankle boots, and I was happy with the result. Maybe 23 Days of Spring Fashion should be 23 Days of Transition Season Outfits…
Okay, I’m rambling. I need to get off here and find something to do to relax and recharge. I’ve been feeling really burnt out lately, and I’ve got a book I’ve been wanting to start, so this is looking like the perfect day for that.
Enjoy the rest of your weekend!