Awake at three-thirty this morning.

I’m not sure which transition is more difficult: spring ahead, where the alarm clock wakes me up while I’m in a deep sleep so that I remain groggy through most of the morning, or falling back, where I wake up in the wee small hours of the morning and lie in bed for an hour or more, definitely not sleeping.

When I first woke up, I wasn’t even completely sure why I was awake. I thought the alarm had gone bleep and I’d missed it, so I laid there long enough to hear the clock in the living room strike the half-hour. Okay, now I’m completely messed up. The alarm clock should have bleeped at five o’clock, and if I missed it, it should have bleeped again at ten past five, but now it’s half past sometime.

I laid there a while longer, debating whether or not to look at the clock. If it’s four-thirty, I might as well get out of bed now because even if I could instantly go back to sleep, a half-hour of sleep isn’t worth much at this point. So rather than lay there and wonder any longer, I reached over to switch on my phone (which doubles as my alarm clock) and checked the time: three-thirty.

Well, crap. I could lay there another hour and a half, not sleeping, or I could get up and do something, anything at all, with that time.

I got up. I made myself some breakfast: tea and some toast with jam. And I read a really great article about the Apollo 13 accident. I would much rather have read it a little later in the day, say at around lunch time. Maybe I can take a nap then instead.