It’s still a week until what should have been the start of Daylight Saving Time, and I don’t know if I’ll be ready for it even then. We’ve already been on it for two weeks, and I’m not doing very well with it. My days and nights have gone totally upside down, so that I find myself wide awake in the middle of the night and collapsing with fatigue in the middle of the afternoon. I can’t remember another time change that’s hit me this hard (and that’s saying something).

One thing I know I need is exercise, and the longer days are helping with that. I’ve been getting out in the yard in the afternoon and working as hard as my decrepit old body will allow, and I have to say that as bad as it makes me feel, it makes me feel good, too. I guess I think it’s good to feel tired for a good reason, and doing some physical work is a better reason to be tired than the fact that I wandered the halls all zombie-like last night.

The rats are going home tomorrow, which is probably for the best, since they seem a little restless in the cage, and yet they’re not willing to let me help them get out of it. They are very curious and friendly, and not demanding, which really is just about all I could ask for in a companion. They’re not very chatty, though, and they went a little nuts when I changed their food tonight.