Jet lag has rocked me on countless occasions. Some of my most exciting travel experiences and equally miserable moments at home are the result of my biological clock being thrown against a brick wall because of time zones.

However, I’ve never been too affected by daylight saving time.

Until now.

Four days later and my body is completely void of energy. Sure, I have a lot going on. I don’t have a lot of time for rest at the moment. But I’m sleeping about as much as usual.

Yet, for whatever reason, that one little hour that vanished from my existence last weekend has left me in a subtle state of physical weakness and mental fog.

It’s not affecting my life. But it’s there. Just noticeable enough to annoy me.

Could I go to bed a little earlier to make up for it? Sure. Could I sleep in a little longer tomorrow? Absolutely.

Will I? Likely not.