Here it comes: one of my favourite days of the year.
OK, so it doesn't rank up there with Christmas or my birthday or the first day of my summer holidays. But the day when the clocks spring forward is among the very best.
Sure, you lose an hour of sleep, but that's a small price to pay for the prize at the end of the day: an extra hour of sunlight.
I have no idea who came up with the idea to fiddle with the clock, but I suspect it was someone who was sick to death of jogging after dinner in the dark. Either that, or a golfer who could only tee off at 3 p.m., and wanted to get in the full 18 holes.
No matter. Whoever it was it was brilliant.
"Tomorrow," I reminded the husband, "it will be light an hour later. We should do something to celebrate."
"Oh," he said. "Like what?" "Well," I thought, "we still haven't cleaned up after that last wind storm. We could do some yard work."
"That doesn't sound like much of a celebration," observed the husband.
He was right.
"OK," I said. "Maybe we could wash the car?" "Too cold," said the husband. "Also not very celebratory."
Again, he was right.
"Maybe we should just go for a walk around the block," I suggested.
"A little better," said the husband. "But still just the slightest bit dull."
I guess he was right: a stroll around the neighbourhood did not exactly scream celebration.
We considered the options, but continued to come up short. I suggested we do some bird-watching, but the husband reminded me we wouldn't know a puffin from a parakeet. The husband suggested we play tennis, but I reminded him we only had one racket.
We considered doing some beachcombing - given that we'd actually be able to see what was on the sand - but then remembered this is a pastime we favour in July. You know, when the sand is hot and the feet are in flip flops.
"OK," I said. "So it's not exactly summer. It's March. It won't be short-and-Tshirt weather. But still, we have to celebrate the added hour."
This Sunday, we'll observe the added hour of light by doing something crazy. It doesn't matter what, as long as we have the sunglasses on.
