sarahcentric

Did anyone hear a sonic boom yesterday when the fabric of space and time was torn asunder? When you moved your clock ahead one hour did its glass shatter and cuckoo bird go crazy? Were you careful not to change events in the future so as not to disrupt what has already happened in the past… or does that only happen when you set the clocks back an hour?

Yeah, me neither.

Most of yesterday’s time traveling took place in my bed. Losing that hour makes it difficult to keep track of how many hours I spent in my bed reading magazines, listening to NPR, dozing, and eating as many grapes as my mouth could possibly hold. (I swear, eating pounds and pounds of grapes for lunch without anyone telling you to stop is at least number 4 in the Top Ten Reasons It’s Cool to Grow Up.)

I did my best to recover the lost hour by retracing my steps. There was Friday night’s dance to “Jai Ho” in Times Square with my friend after we left Slumdog Millionaire. Saturday night featured a 20 minute debate with my sister and a friend about traditional graham crackers vs. Teddy Grahams.
“You can’t beat Honey Maid!”
“What about the Teddys’ tummies?! They are so freaking cute!”
“Oh my god. I ate graham crackers and drank Graham Cracker coffee at the same time. It was CRAZY!”

Somewhere between this conversation and beers at a pub down the street, I lose track of the precious hour. It’s fine, though. One less hour means I’m that much closer to summer dresses, a new Harry Potter movie, the return of “So You Think You Can Dance” and Australia.

So I’m just going to let that hour go and spring ahead with the rest of you. Why the hell not? My bed is comfy and these grapes are delicious.