Losing the hour

Whoa, this Daylight Savings Time time change has been tough on me! You think it is not a big deal, losing that hour. But it is a big deal!

My week has been terrible, sleep-wise. Something in my brain does not like losing that hour, oh no no no. It is always later than I think and I cannot get over that. For instance just now I thought, it feels like 10:30 p.m. but I know it is 11:30. I looked at the clock and sure enough, it was.

At times like this I appreciate my brother George.

I have always sort of appreciated George because one thing, I can always think, if I were a guy that is what I would be, I would be George. And it is nice to have that question answered because sometimes, you know, you wonder. George looks sort of like me and we have certain things in common.

Such as this week. All week I have been sleeping crummy and I have been the only one with that problem. Howard sleeps fine. Just tonight at the Hyatt I asked Jocko what he thought of the time change and Jocko said, "I love it!"

I am the only one! The only one wandering the house in my pajamas sipping bourbon and listening to Beethoven and brooding. Here is a picture of me involved in those pursuits.

Today over at my mom's I run into George. I said, "George, how are you dealing with the time change?"

George says, "Terrible!! I had to take sleeping pills!"

He went on: "I don't know why I couldn't sleep! What difference does this one hour make? But I couldn't!"

Me neither!

That is the greatest, having someone like you! It was like when I was in California with Leonard Pennario and there was the famous worm incident, when I found the worm on my carpet and I was so freaked out. And everyone was telling me it was no big deal, it was just nature, blah blah blah. And then I told Pennario about it and he exclaimed: "Oh, how awful!!! That is the grossest thing I ever heard about in my life!!!"

That is what you want! Sympathy is good!

And so to bed.

Wish me luck!