This morning in the wee hours,
most of us in the Northern Hemisphere
moved our clocks ahead one hour.
I'm sure most people have mixed feelings about Daylight Saving Time, as I do.
I do like coming home from work in the daylight--
that's an advantage.
And when the summer is in full swing,
an extra hour of light is appreciated.
But the first day of Daylight 'Saving' is such an annoyance.
Waking at 5 o'clock in the morning,
we wrestle with the knowledge that it's really only four o'clock.
At noon we aren't hungry,
at ten p.m. we aren't tired.
Oh, how I loathe that feeling of being
completely out of step for the first few days.
The Persistence of Memory by Salvatore Dali:
Maybe we need to change the name from Daylight Saving Time
to the name used in the United Kingdom and Northern Europe:
British Summer time and European Summer time, respectively.
Thinking of this as "summer" time instead of "daylight saving" time
puts a whole new spin on the question.
It sounds like we have switched from <yawn>
our quotidian, standard existence
to our full of good times SUMMER existence.
I'm feeling better already.