Springing forward, falling back, changing the clocks, it blows my mind every single time. For a couple of weeks after time changes I’m no good to anyone for anything. I have narcolepsy, so my internal clock spins about like a compass left sitting on a magnet most of the time. I have no concept of time. I live by lists and the alarms on my phone and tablet. Yes, it takes two alarms to keep me straight. Don’t judge me.
A prime example of how things go for me — I have no idea where I was going with this post. I know it was going to start out being about the time on the clocks changing and then morph into something greater about life as a whole changing, but I’ve completely lost my train of thought. That train has left the station and dropped me off in The Land of Confusion once again.
Sorry, I’ll have to get back to you on this one. And now for my next trick, watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat.