There’s an Adam crying.

I got a railing put up on the veranda and started the painting.

That was my whole, brief Sunday.

That losing an hour thing is fucking brutal on the getting stuff done front.

Sure it’s still light outside, but that does me no good if I don’t get started making dinner until 7:30pm and the kids have to be in bed by 8:30pm.

All because I went to bed at 11 and woke up at 7 and only got 7 hours of sleep.

And then worked my ass off.

It just fucked my whole brain up.

I’ll get used to it in a few weeks and then I’ll be less pissed about it, but until then I’m just gonna be pissed.

And tired…

But that’s nothing new.

Today is Monday.

That’s all I’ve got.

Umm…

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC