Rory Time

I felt really good this morning and couldn't work out why, then suddenly remembered that we changed the clocks last night so I'd had an hours sleep more than I realised. So maybe it was that.
It's normally quite a depressing day for me - the last Sunday in October - because it signals the onset of the much darker evenings, but I think I'm too busy or too tired, or both, to get down today. Or maybe I've just hit an age where I have resigned myself to these inevitabilities and just accept them. Or maybe I like the fact that Greenwich Mean Time is the proper time, rather than the artificial manufactured British Summer Time, so it all feels more natural now we're in GMT. But then - that's a load of bollocks too, because the whole concept of time is an artificial human construct and the way we structure our days has bugger all to do with natural rhythms and everything to do with trying to control the world while being controlled ourselves.
I think we should all choose our own time structure to work within. For me, I'd have Mondays only last an hour, and divide the extra hours equally between Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I think that means it would be about 4pm on a Saturday right now, but I can't be sure, and I really don't have the motivation to sit and work it all out, so I think the best thing for me to do right now is be grateful that I'm not depressed even though we changed the clocks, be mindful that I always survive Winter no matter how much I dread it every year, and get motivated to get my arse over to the ballroom where the afternoon festivities are about to kick in...

RC 29-10-23