But this year I have the extra problem of morning shifts. As I discovered today, when it gets light at 6:30 I'm quite happy to be up and doing. When it's dark, as it will be at next Monday's version of 6:30, I want only to be under the covers, and spend the rest of the day yawning if I must be up then. If I could bike there'd be no problem: up at 8 (the old 7) for a 9 o'clock shift-- no need to brave the rush hour if transitting or allow 45 minutes if walking. But this second Sunday in March is indeed supposed to snow.
Oh well. It's money, as I keep telling myself.
(Maybe my old browser, but LJ is suddenly being a pig about letting me edit entries.)