Okay. I love the falling-back part of time change. Who doesn't? Except...
It's not even 6:00 and we've had our supper, I guess, and I'm tired and my hips hurt and I can't possibly go to bed for another three hours. At least.
What am I going to do in the meantime?
I sewed up my dress, I don't want to start any new projects, and if I go lay down and read I'll fall asleep.
And if that isn't a first-world problem, what is?
Mr. Moon and I took Gibson and Owen down to the St. Marks river today for a little boat ride, a little mullet casting, a little fishing. However, after about five minutes, the motor quit and we had to get towed back to the dock.
"Oh well," I said, sucking another boiled peanut out of the shell and into my mouth, "At least we didn't have time to run out of snacks. "
Count your blessings, babies.
One by one.