Daylight savings always knocks me for a loop.

The clocks went forward on Sunday, and I'm still all discombobulated. Can't fall asleep at a reasonable hour at night; can't wake up in the morning. Bobby however is so tired from riding his bike to and from work for the past several days that he falls asleep as soon as he lies down, and leaps up in the morning in a sickeningly hearty invigorated super-sporty manner.

Hope I'm feeling less spaced out by tomorrow afternoon, as I'm viewing two houses after work. One just round the corner from us; one two minutes from Sophie's school. So, the madness begins. Stay tuned for the gory details ...