The clock turned back an hour early on Sunday morning as I happened to be checking my phone: I was tottering home in the East Village, miserable in my Halloween heels, wishing desperately for nothing other than my soft bed and the warm glow of my laptop. Great, I thought. An extra 60 minutes to berate myself for…
Did you remember to set your clocks back? Neither did I - I've been up since forever. Thanks a lot, Benjamin Franklin.
I hope you remembered to set the clocks back last night! Otherwise, you're reliving that time I stood in the dark at the bus stop for 15 minutes in 7th grade before I realized I was an hour early. D'oh!