Blame It on the Clock

Sunday, March 8, 2026, Orlando, Florida

Normally, I tap out these posts in the late morning, coffee in hand and ideas (mostly) awake. But the first day of Daylight Saving Time has, as usual, thrown my internal clock for a loop. On this warm and muggy Sunday, my energy and creativity are hiding somewhere—probably still in bed. For a fleeting moment, I even toyed with the idea of skipping today’s entry altogether; that’s how topsy-turvy I feel. Losing just one hour of sleep somehow turns writing into a muddy tug-of-war with my own subconscious. If you picture me knee-deep in verbal quicksand, you’re not far off.

Fortunately, it’s Sunday—which means I’m off the hook for any “serious” writing projects. I do bend my “no work on weekends” rule now and then, but only if I catch an especially glaring typo or an awkward bit of dialogue lurking in The Jim Garraty Chronicles, Reunion: Coda, or Comings and Goings – The Art of Being Seen. Even then, these little impromptu editing missions don’t last long, because I’m particular about my prose—fixing literary slip-ups requires a fully caffeinated brain and eagle-eyed attention. If I’m groggy or uninspired, I let those mischievous typos live to see another day.

Today, being the perfect storm of sleep-deprived and scatterbrained, I swapped my editing hat for something much more fun: I spent the afternoon surfing the Web and dusting off Strategic Command – WWII: World at War, a strategy game I picked up back in 2018. It’s not quite my all-time favorite—Sid Meier and Ed Bever’s Crusade in Europe still holds the crown with its epic campaigns and tactical thrills—but Strategic Command makes for a fine way to pass a topsy-turvy Sunday. Here’s to virtual world domination when the real world feels a little out of sync.

Conclusion

As the sun sets on this groggy, time-shifted Sunday, I’m reminded that not every day needs to be productive or profound. Sometimes it’s enough to muddle through the fog, enjoy a bit of digital escapism, and trust that tomorrow—once my circadian rhythm stops protesting—will bring a clearer head and steadier footing. Daylight Saving Time may have stolen an hour, but it didn’t steal the day. And with any luck, Monday will return my missing creativity right on schedule.