Mood

Everyone says that clocks going back means an extra hour in bed.  I disagree.  You wake up at your normal time, and get going, except the time is now an hour earlier.  So you amble through your Sunday and go to bed when the clock says it's bed time.  So now you're an hour more tired than you should be, and you wake up the next morning feeling like you've lost sleep, not gained it.  I think it's better when they go forwards.

I did lots of measuring of the spare bedroom, trying to work out if the low ceiling would be a dealbreaker for the cabinets I had in mind.  If there is an edge or a corner to hit my head on, I probably will.  And since I needed milk I rode out to the supermarket in the afternoon, stopping by IKEA first to look at storage.  Except on arrival I had an argument with two smirking, knowitall teenage girls who thought it appropriate to swear at me when I declined to let them ride my bike, and then clever to try to tell me it wasn't actually swearing, and they smirked even more when I told them to run along, or words to that effect.  It spoiled my mood though so I went straight to the supermarket and then rode home the long way, and played with IKEA's 3-D room designer thing for the rest of the afternoon.

I made a stir fry for tea which was tasty, but I was still annoyed and didn't enjoy it as much as I might have.