Dear Daylight Savings Time,
I know I said some hurtful things on Monday morning. Things we probably both regret.
But I've had some time to think about it, and maybe I don't really hate you.
Maybe you're right. Maybe the fact that it's still light out when I leave work late is worth a few painfully-early-feeling mornings.
I hope we can put all this animosity behind us.
Love and hugs,