Something amazing happened in our household Sunday, November 6. It was 6:30 in the morning, and after finishing my morning workout in a nearby gym I met both my wife and daughter, already in our basement gym, busy with their workouts.
The experience of our entire household up and active at 6:30 in the morning on a weekend day is extremely rare. Of course, November 6 was the first day of standard time and clocks had been turned back one hour, so it felt like 7:30 to everyone and not 6:30. Oddly, normally the family isn’t this alert and chipper at 7:30 either. What a difference an extra hour to sleep makes.
Is this an argument for a 25-hour day, were it an option? No, but perhaps it is a lesson that the last hour of the day we are awake probably isn’t our most productive, and maybe ought to be used getting an early start to our sleep. Just a thought. Sleep on it.
