This is what I said when I woke up this morning:

I’ve got to remember to spring back tonight.

HA – springing back. And what? We’d fall forward?

There’s a huge insight into how my mind works.

But you know, I kinda like that … springing back.

For some reason, I’ve always found setting the clocks back to hold a tinge of sadness and nostalgia for me. The sadness part, I can’t really explain … and it’s only a little … just something I can’t quite put my finger on.

Maybe because I love spring, I love being able to stay out till 9 p.m. and there’s still light in the sky.

Maybe because it symbolizes a move more indoors. Curling up. Staying warm.

I’m not a cold weather kind of girl.

There are things that I do like about it. I mean, what’s not great about gaining that extra hour?

Hello, sleep.

And it excites me that the holidays are just around the corner.

What memories do you think of when springing back? I mean, falling back.

So have an extra hour of fun while you’re out tonight and don’t forget to set those clocks back.