By 11:30 this morning it fet like mid-afternoon. It takes more than setting the clock back to change how time feels when. And now the ten o'clock sleepiness that is often the prelude to the I-really-ought-to-be-in-bed burst of energy has struck at 11:00 p.m., when I really ought to be sleeping in bed, not dozing on the couch with the computer balanced on my crossed legs.
It's like being behind the beat. Or ahead of it? I'm not sure which way the analogy points.
It's pointing toward bed.