Confounded

I figured out why I walked Woody in dark yesterday morning.  I was bemoaning in my post about losing daylight savings time and the sad fact that we are robbed of early morning sun.  I went on, showing more and more ignorance the deeper I got, ranting on  that it was dark at 7:15.  Honestly, I didn’t THINK that was right…surely I would have remembered that it was NOT dark at 7:15, but I rambled on.  It dawned on me this morning (no pun intended) that dawn is indeed at 6:15.  We wake up most mornings at 6:15.  The dark outside our window is giving way to gray when the alarm goes off.  This morning was a repeat of yesterday.  The alarm went off, George got up and rambled around while I burrowed deeper under the quilt.  After several minutes I heard him exclaim with some confused amazement “damn, it’s only 5:20.”  Not a hint of predawn gray.  It took us an entire day to figure out we truly added an extra hour yesterday.  Got up and got about our day never realizing we were an hour to the good.  Who says there aren’t enough hours in the day?  Not me, I wondered why I ate four meals instead of three.  Not a bad gig.