September 19, 2008
I'm throwing a party in the wee small hours of Sunday 5 October 2008. You're all invited.
Those of you living in the Southern Hemisphere* and with small children may have an inkling of the auspicious nature of this time and date.
Yes, at 2am exactly, I'll be popping the champagne, as we wind the hands on the clock forward an hour.
I have all my hopes and dreams pinned on this day.
For its when the fabled later start to the day will materialise. This is the day that I will truly appreciate the nature of circadian rhythms, as a disagreeable 5.30am start becomes a luxurious 6.30am. The day when I no longer wake to the loud strains of m-u-m-m-y, m-u-m-m-m-m-y-y-y-y-y being called well before the moon has had the decency to set.
What could possibly go wrong?
* Commiserations to parents in the Northern Hemisphere. You've got a tough gig ahead.