DST

It's been a long dark winter.  I always say that skiing helps get me through these dark rainy days.  I just close my eyes think about how much snow they are getting at Mt. Baker as it dumps rain on us here in Bellingham.  But on days like today - sideways wind, dark skies, and sick children - dreaming of powder turns doesn't even get me there.

Daylight Savings Time.  That does get me there.  Knowing that next week it will be light out until 6:30 and that spring is just shy of 2 weeks away.  Yes.  These are the things that I like.

I have always really loved the changing of the seasons.  I love the smell of autumn and look forward to that first snowfall of the year.  But, spring...the anticipation of summer...that's my favorite.  (Important sidenote: In the pacific northwest, summer is elusive and often doesn't start until July so that particular change of season is a bit more frustrating than exciting).  Spring...it's similar to Thursday.  I love Thursday because it is not Friday (so unproductive!) but most of the week is over and you have the weekend to look forward to.  You can breathe and relax and know that the days of rest are heading your way.  Since I have been staying at home instead of heading to the office, I feel a bit differently.  I no longer get excited about my relaxing Thursday - instead, I find those relaxing moments at odd times during my days.  Like when Charlie is sleeping and Rowan is busy with a project.  Or when we are all at the beach exploring together - listening to the slap of the waves on the rocky shore.  Or perhaps when I am alone in the kitchen washing dishes yet I can hear Eric, Rowan and Charlie laughing in the living room.  Yup - those are the moments I live for...the Thursdays of life.  And now I am happily looking forward to moving those clocks ahead - even if it means one less hour in my night.