Snoozify: to press a button, roll over and succumb to the temptation of nine minutes of blissfully-stolen sleep

I just heard a great new buzz anagram: JOMO. The Joy of Missing Out.

Count me in for missing out!

JOMO

Do you ever feel Joy when you get to Miss Out?

Today’s the first work day of Daylight Savings time – or are we back to real time? I’m so grateful to have smart devices these days that automatically reset the time – so the analog clock in the kitchen has the real time – I mean yesterday’s time. Because it took me forever to get my head around whether spring ahead meant it was earlier or later than it was yesterday; and fall back meant it was later or earlier than the day before. I’d ask and I’d ask, but is it later or earlier? It never felt like anyone could give me the proper reply. So I’d reframe the question: when I wake up tomorrow, will it feel earlier or later than the clock says? Again, there’d be weird vagueness. So now, the clock in the kitchen, the John Deere one my mom gave my husband that makes the sound of one of 12 old tractors starting up on the hour, sets me straight. It’s March. Yesterday at this time was 1:30; today, it’s 2:30.

I’m not working on a specific contract right now, so I didn’t have any appointments to set this morning’s alarm for. I naturally woke up at 8:15. Or was it 7:15? Or 9:15? It was sunny out, and I felt well rested, but I couldn’t get my head around the time change. I felt a little loopy, and it was too much for me to decipher first thing. So, I set my alarm for 15 minutes later. A little manual snooze.

The alarm went off and I pushed snooze. I dreamt about not having enough cash to pay my cab driver. Another alarm. A dream about discovering a labyrinth in the basement of my childhood home. Every 9 minutes was more seductive, deeper REM, and utterly intoxicating and addictive.

Do you hit the snooze button?

Why does my sleep feel deepest when it’s stolen? Oh, I could stay in bed forever, and feel like a dizzy cheerful whistful blonde from 1930s Hollywood. And my lovely doodle Finnigan loves snoozing with me, too.

Until I was almost 40, I had the hardest time getting out of bed in the morning. When I lived alone, I couldn’t even hear my alarm clock, no matter how loud it was set. My downstairs neighbour sure didn’t appreciate that! I slept through fire alarms and sirens. But weirdly, I could hear the phone. So I set up a family wake up service - I actually paid my then adolescent nephews a dollar a day to call me at the designated time. I partly owe some of my career success to them! Thank you boys xo

My wake up challenges were so notorious that a friend even gave me a “Clocky,” an extra-loud alarm clock for heavy sleepers. It’s on wheels, and when it goes off, it starts rolling, jumping off the nightstand and bounding across the bedroom. You have to get up and out of bed to catch it and turn it off!

Modern society promotes feeling proud of how little sleep we need. Ariana Huffington wrote a book about how our cultural dismissal of sleep as time wasted compromises our health and undermines our personal and work lives, "The Sleep Revolution: Transforming Your Life, One Night At a Time".

I don’t always set an alarm for days without morning appointments, but sometimes I do. And I’m so happy to hear the alarm go off, push the snooze button and hunker down deep for a little more.

Dream on baby.

Snoozify.

Sleepify.

Well, I’ve snoozified half a year and Daylight Savings Time for the year concluded sometime in the night. When I woke this morning, I was extra happy to see it was earlier than it felt – and I finally deciphered this: Fall back – It means I get up early and feel great!

FALLBACKIFY

Get out of Bed

It doesn’t matter what time it is!

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