Daylight Savings Time

Posted by E-George on March 10, 2008

It sucks. I’ve bitched about it before, but I’m going to bitch about it again.

I get it.  I get why we have and use this goofy-ass system.  But, I don’t understand why I’m not allowed to sleep like a fat hibernating badger for the whole first week of its implementation. I almost clocked my darling husband this morning when he gently squeezed my arm to say it was time to wake up.  Good thing he moves so fast in the morning.  For the rest of today I felt exhausted, surly, distracted, and more sarcastic than usual. While those sensations could be attributed to other chemical tsunamis taking place, I’m pretty sure it was mostly because I was deprived of my hour. My precious hour. And I knew I had been robbed of it.  You don’t take a girl’s diamonds and hope she’ll be OK once she figures it all out, if you get my drift.  See, Sunday wasn’t as big a deal because I did the de facto weekend sleep-in-as-long-as-I-wanted routine. Change the clocks every day if you want, as long as I can get all the sleep my body thinks it needs to have.  But, alas, the chains of the wage slave rattle too loudly to sleep through, and through the day I went.  Until now.  Now I’m sitting on the yellow couch looking (and feeling) much like flung monkey feces typing this entry.

Here’s the positive side of this otherwise rank and rancid, lint-covered lollipop: Longer days mean more sunlight. That’s good for all you seasonal depression folks.  Longer days also imply the approach of warmer weather.  That’s good for all of us winter bigots.  And, best of all, longer days mean I can go to bed while the sun is just beginning its descent behind the mesa. That’s good for Matthew because then he doesn’t have to listen to me moan and groan about how much work it is to haul my butt to bed.

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