The morning after we set the clocks back is always an unpleasant one. Every year I set the clocks ahead 1 hour on Saturday evening and go to bed at a reasonable hour knowing that there will be one less hour of sleep that night. Somehow I wake up on Sunday morning feeling like a truck hit me and spend the first few minutes struggling to determine what time it really is.
This morning is no exception to the rule. I would feel better about myself if I had gotten trashed last night because then I could blame the alcohol for how I feel this morning. I will get the day started slowly and eventually build my way up as the day goes along.