This past weekend was the last weekend of March and brought with it the turning of the clocks, i.e. the switch to summer time.

The Sunday I usually don’t notice it much. The Monday is still OK, I’ve got reserves and I don’t notice using them. But then on the Tuesday I’m tired and sluggish and everything feels off. Wednesday is often no better, and only towards the end of the week do I feel back to normal. How I wish we could stop this madness.

This evening I was too tired to cook and too tired to have much of an appetite, so it was breakfast for dinner. (Toast, smashed avocado, egg mayo, and my favourite juice – cucumber, kiwi and apple.) Complete with the morning paper that I didn’t have time to read this weekend. And with a little vase with the first spring flowers, that Ingrid surprised me with.