I love daylight savings.

I was able to wake to a pre-lit world today and life makes sense again. I have the energy to lift my feet instead of shuffling them, to make my coffee, to settle in over the keyboard with a bowl of oatmeal without grumbling to myself and being overly dramatic for an audience of none as I wipe the sleep from my eyes. This morning I feel amazingly well rested, knowing full well I slept no more than any other night. It’s the light that tricks me, and I let her.

I’ve also concluded that the only things worthy of waking in the dark and attempting to be coherent are: a)catching plane or b) lovin’. You can see where my problem lies.

This go ’round, the adjustment serves as a quacktastic little reminder that in three weeks I’ll be on a flight to England, and that one of my day trips from London will be to Greenwich where I’ll visit the Royal Observatory and solicit a stranger to snap a shot of me livin’ la vida GMT.

There’s something incredibly romantic about a Lonely Planet…don’t you think?