I’m coping just fine with daylight savings, thanks for asking. So what if I had to get in bed at six pm, still in work clothes, under a weighted blanket, with my dog shimmied up next to me to make sure I was still breathing. Totallly fine. This. Day. Every damn year. A cosmic sense of “oof”.

(And by work clothes, yes I mean a presentable camera ready top and sweat pants.)