Sunday, March 9, 2008

May I Please Have My Hour Back, Please?

By now I hope all of us have figured out that the time has changed. (If this is news to you, I bet it explains a lot about how well your day's been working for you.)

I'm all for the great outdoors, blue skies, chirping birds, and all that, but frankly, this time of year always sort of pisses me off. I have some peculiar version of Seasonal Affective Disorder that leaves me feeling the most like a surly hibernating bear when it's March outside, not the bleak midwinter. I appreciate exchanging an hour of sleep for an extra hour of daylight right now about as much as I'd appreciate a really cheerful person trying to sell me insurance before I've had my coffee. Daylight savings time doesn't make me want to go for a walk; instead, it makes me want to go back to bed.

I had a friend in college who, overwhelmed with projects, wanted to know just who was in charge of this time thing, as she was hoping to get special permission to hold on to her hour until after finals were over. She never did find out. I'm sure this is not the sort of information the government wants to let out, as it would take more Secret Service agents to protect the person than the government can spare, especially in an election year.

In a week or so, I'll adjust. In the meantime, I'm falling back while everyone else is springing forward. If you need me, I'll be in my cave.

1 comment:

jennifer h said...

We had the good, accidental sense to move to Arizona few years ago, which doesn't observe DST. Still, I'm annoyed by the time difference between here and anything east of here. Three hours behind my sister and my best friend. We'll talk in October, I guess.