“It’s still pretty dark,” I say out loud as Arnauld and I head down our street for our daily morning walk.
“Did daylight savings happen last night?” he says (in all seriousness).
I stopped in my tracks. “What?”
“Or was it the night before?” He asked genuinely.
I begin to explain to him, how daylight savings works…wondering the whole while if this is real life. “Didn’t you notice how everyone kept saying how nice it was last night? Remember we walked and watched the sun setting after 7:00? Did you not notice the kids bouncing off the walls close to 10pm?”
“I just always know because of the clock on the stove…”
The clock on our stove is the one clock in the house that doesn’t automatically change itself during daylight savings. It usually takes someone a few days to fix the time. I happened to do it relatively early Sunday morning, before Arnauld noticed obviously.
I spent all of Sunday missing the hour we lost while at the same time eternally grateful for the sunshine. My husband on the other hand, missed the whole thing!
Where In The World Am I Writing From: As soon as this conversation happened, I knew it would be a slice. I sat down to jot a few reminders on my phone and the whole thing just spilled out. Slice written by 6:15am!
Where There Is Joy 
Hahaha! I love that he missed the whole thing. SIGH. Meanwhile, I, like you, spent all day missing that hour. Glad you jotted this one down!
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“I spent all of Sunday missing the hour we lost while at the same time eternally grateful for the sunshine.” This is exactly how I felt!
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Jessica,
Is that a sunrise or a sunset? It is gorgeous. I found the time change a challenge. My husband and I had a similar conversation because he was unaware of the change, too.
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I think that’s hilarious! Like how?!? This is a sunset. Photo taken by my eight year old, Rose!
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Oh Arnauld♥️. Your awareness, his oblivion is another reason you two are made for each other!
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Even from the oblivious male perspective, I’m finding this one hard to imagine. I feel like it’s a jarring change, even on a Sunday morning…although, if you’re able to sleep late, I suppose you might miss some of the effects until Monday. I know that I notice it partly because I brace for it, anticipating the loss.
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Yes, oh, Arnauld. He learns so much from you! Rose takes great sunset photos like my Maura!
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