There is a scene in Princess Bride where Count Rugen asks Westley a question after he’s used the “Torture Machine” on him for the first time. That is very, very applicable to time change Sunday.
The gown card reads “I’ve just sucked one year of your life away. I might one day go as high as five, but I don’t really know what that would do to you so let’s start with what we have. What did this do to you? Tell me. And remember this is for posterity so be honest.”
There is a lot to unpack here.
We’ve just lived through a once-in-a-lifetime pandemic. There are people, including myself, who exclaim that time has no meaning.
I know I’ve written that babies who were born in the first year of the pandemic are THREE this year, and may have a sibling by now.
As for me, in 2020 I was graduating with my MSN, took a year off of school, changed it to 2 years off of school, and now I am in a PhD program.
All of a sudden, I worked all the hours that were during a pandemic, taking care of patients, and supporting the hospital. Fearing bringing covid home.
All of a sudden, people were on lockdown. And the streets were empty.
All of a sudden, my niece is graduating from high school.
All of a sudden, my nephew is taller than my sister.
The point is that time feels disjointed.
I would like my hour back, please.
Enough of the recent time has already been taken away from us.
Perhaps this is compounded by Spring Break and being off school for a week.
Maybe a nap will help.
Before I dive back into the grind of research assisting work and papers and graded homework assignments and presentations and quizzes.
Oh, my.
Definitely a nap on this rainy, dreary day.
Before my week begins anew.
Dispatches from the Evening Shift 