I know Benjamin Franklin thought up this idea, but I am not quite sure why it is supposed to be a good one. Last night I changed more clocks than I even knew I owned. I must be some kind of a time-warp-keeper or something. When I was teaching, I stopped wearing a watch in the summers. When I retired, I stopped wearing a watch all together. After all, it seemed unnecessary. Now, I feel like I want to be able to look in any direction in my home, and to see the time.
So we “sprung back” last night. We “lost” an hour, and the daylight I was enjoying waking up to became darkness again. At 6 PM, it seemed like the middle of the afternoon. I won’t be tired until 10:30 or 11 tonight, and that means when I wake up for early Mass in the morning, I will be dragging. I will haul myself through the day, and by tomorrow night, when I go to bed, I will fall into a deep sleep, awaken properly rested, and it will be as if nothing changed.
Humph, talked myself through that one. I am still not a fan of Daylight Savings Time, but to paraphrase (or misquote, as it were) someone famous: “How do I know what I think, unless I see what I said?” I guess DST sorts itself out in the end. I’ll probably appreciated it July.