It’s Monday. It’s the Monday after the switch to Daylight Savings Time.

I hate the Monday after “springing ahead.” I just get used to waking up in the light, and I have to get up in the dark again. My body doesn’t want to.

This morning when told #1 Son “time to get up now,” he said, still mostly asleep:

What are you talking about!

That’s about the way that I feel, too.

But, on a good note, the strawberries and roses I planted yesterday are still there. I’m a competent gardner, but for some reason I’m always pleasantly surprised when the things I stick in the ground don’t immediately curl up and die.