Last night at 2:00 am our clocks skipped one hour ahead to 3:00 am. As I watched the time on my phone flip from 1:59 to 3:00, I realized it was bed time. But more importantly, I realized that this is the beginning of spring. This winter has been a harsh one; bitter cold temperatures and weekly snow storms have taken a toll on all our moods. Nonetheless, we're in the home stretch, only 11 more days until the first day of spring. That means 11 more days until sundresses, flowers, and free Rita's water ice! So in the grand scheme of things to come, losing an hour of sleep doesn't seem so bad, does it?