spring forward

I am not good with schedules. I don't believe I ever have been. I can remember things that I do as a routine day in an day out, but I can't remember unique events. Whenever anyone asks whether I want to or whether I am able to do something on a given day I almost always have to check with Golden. This isn't just because I am whipped. It is also because she has this weird ability to remember and recall our schedules, our church's schedules, and some extended family schedules for weeks out. I am doing good to remember whether I wore the jeans I am currently putting on the previous day.

Due to my incredible ability to forget anything important on my schedule I rely on Golden to make sure that I remember to attend important events. This usually works without fail. On Saturday night, however, we were both too busy to take time to remember to set the clocks around the house ahead an hour. Actually, Golden was too busy. I wouldn't have remembered to change the clocks if I didn't have a thing to do.

So on Sunday morning I was thinking about how I would delay getting up for another ten minutes when I heard Golden say, "Oh no, it's 9:30." We missed Sunday School, but I did enjoy the extra hour of sleep.