To daylight savings jetlag, which is a thing.

I guess I might be feeling a little precious because I just had a great weekend away, and Home Town is falling short in comparison to the Big City Lights I was lucky enough to visit, but fuck that daylight savings jetlag, ok.

We’re one week into daylight savings time here in NSW, which means early starts are back in the dark, and you get home and yeah sure maybe a chance to sit and think deeply on the back deck doesn’t completely suck, but I tell you what, popping over the border to a non-subscriber to AEDT and back again completely ruins Christmas.

On the way: already excited for a holiday, tunes playing, good company, intermittent excellent chats – sure, an extra hour, hit me with it.

Upon returning: goodbyes and melancholy, threat of rain, ran over a lizard (not vegan), impending Workday and other realities, now they want my hour back?!

I am bereft of time. I am lacking in the 60 minutes I had counted upon for a cup of tea and a good book. I was not adequately prepared for this.

This morning it was 6.30am far too early for my liking. I got a taste of the good life, where 6.30am waited an extra hour before nudging me awake. It was so nice, you guys.

Everything is difficult and no-one told me life was going to be this way.