…which springs ahead, she said wearily, this Sunday, I give you this.
Chatter daylight saving time DST
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Few things bring out the grumpy old geezer in me quite so much as daylight saving time. Pick a time zone – any time zone; I don’t care which – and stop messing with the d**n clocks!
Me, too.
Me three. My Indiana farmer dad farmed with the sun, not the clock. As a child I hated going to bed while it was still daylight, and trying to watch the 10:00 pm fireworks on the 4th of July before it was really truly dark was a bit frustrating too. But can you even begin to imagine our current Congress trying to agree to pass an act on something this simple?
Last night for the first time since DST last Saturday, I slept through the night. It always screws with my sleeping pattern, and I am not, shall we say, a pleasant person for the week after until biorhythms or whatever they are get back on track.