6:30 Saturday Morning

Okay, now this time change thing has really gotten out of hand. At 6:30, the dog and I were having a disagreement about who got to sleep near the pillows and I got up to go to the bathroom. I looked at the clock on the wall and it said 7:50. This seemed reasonable considering how light it was and--pow--that adrenaline rush you get when you've promised to be somewhere at 9 a.m. and it's already almost 8 and no one has walked the dog or fed the cats or taken a shower kicked in. After eating breakfast, I checked the time--7:20. Damn you early morning light. Damn you dead clock battery. And damn you, cruel circumstance, which gave the dog another hour in bed right in the warm spot near the pillows, which, as the owner of said bed, is rightfully mine.