My mind excitedly considered the options of what to do with all this extra time. I could:
Start a creative project
Go for a walk
Bake something special
Take a nap (I don't consider napping and sleeping late to be in the same category, do you?)
As the day went on and I pondered what I would do with my extra hour (not wanting to waste it, of course), I found myself constantly rolling the time forward an hour every time I looked at the clock. I kept telling myself, "At this time yesterday, I was (eating lunch, making dinner, feeding the dogs, etc.)." It's an annoying habit that seems to stick with me for a few days after every time change.
When I went to bed, my husband said, "But it's only 8:15. Aren't you going to sleep a bit early?"
"Yes, but it feels like 9:15, which is past my bedtime," I replied, yawning. (I must have tired myself out doing all that elapsed time calculation all day long.)
What did I end up doing with my extra hour? I spent it on Monday morning, rising super early at 4:00 am (real time) and heading down to the basement to work out. (It seemed like 5:00 am after all -- a perfectly normal time to exercise, right?)
I hope you found something exciting to do with your extra hour this weekend. We will need the memories of this longer day in the spring when we have to give it back.