Daylight Saving Time didn’t mean as much to me its first official day, Sunday.
It is today — well tonight — when I will feel its actually glory.
When I rolled into our driveway after my afternoon shift, Chuck was out on the terrace, greeting me with cocktails to commemorate the daylight — something we haven’t come home to at the end of our work day, since October.
We spent 10-15 minutes out there, just soaking up the pleasant change.
Afterwards, feeling that a celebratory dinner was in order, I threw together appetizers consisting of pork won tons, pancetta-wrapped shrimp and fried panela cheese (similar to fried mozzarella, but with Mexican cheese).
As I sit here with my glass of wine, eager to dive into our “small plate” style dinner, I am sort of in wonder that something I have absolutely no control over, Daylight Saving Time, can bring me so much joy — overwhelming joy.
The world can be a crazy, unpredictable place. I’ll take joy points in any way, shape and form that I possibly can.
Food’s getting cold. Cheers!