Getting a head's start on the clocks changing

With Haligonians going about their days an hour ahead than what I'm used to, I think I've adjusted to it pretty well. My first morning here and I've woken up at 8:30- not too shabby for someone's who been getting into the bad habit of falling asleep past midnight for the last little while. And when the clocks do finally change, I'll be ready. I like to think of my week in the Maritimes as practicing for daylight saving's time, a dry run, if you will. While the rest of the country will be fumbling with their alarms, working out the math in how much they get to sleep and what time it actually is, I can wave my hand and airily say, "I got this. I just had a go at it not too long ago."

Today, we're driving off to Moncton to see Stuart McLean and to say I'm excited would be a bit of an understatement. Although it's been less than a year since I last saw his show, his is one of my favourite ones to see. Dressed up in flapping arms and a suit that becomes more disheveled as the night goes on is a show that really pierces through people's armour and gets at what the heart of being Canadian means. The material is relatable, it's accessible, and above all, it's just funny. I was listening to a story last night about Dave getting his tongue stuck on winter-cold metal and thought, 'yup, who hasn't done that before?'

But I've got work to do and miles to go before I can unwind again.