Spring is in the air. Well, sort of. The birds are trying to chirp, but this weather lately has been confusing. They, instead, stutter…”Chir ir ir p,” because it is so damn cold. Spring has not sprung. Robins land on the ground, look over at their red-breasted leader and yell, ”Dammit, Ralph, you told us it was Spring. You do this to us every year.” (That’s where we get the term, “bird brain.” ) And tonight we get to change our clocks. Dear God, I hate Daylight Savings Time. I would really like to know what the hell we are saving. My son, who is working on his PHD in Economics, tells me there are savings, but I really didn’t want to hear about it. All I know, is that it doesn’t save me a damn thing, because it wipes me out for two weeks.
I am a zombie after the time change. You could light my hair on fire, and I would just take my good old time throwing water on myself to put the fire out. I am worthless. Don’t tell me it’s on in my head, either, because I will have to harm you. It’s real and it has been happening to me for years and years.
We “Fall back” at 2 a.m. on the first Sunday in November by setting our clock back one hour. In March, tonight, we set them ahead one hour. This is where it really kills my poor circadian Rhythm. I wrote about it before. Because I like to obsess. http://dyingbraincells.wordpress.com/2010/11/05/hello-circadian-dysrhythmia/
The change to Daylight Saving Time allows us to use less energy in lighting our homes by taking advantage of the longer and later
daylight hours. Well, my Benjamin Franklin, inventor of this worthless endeavor, we don’t use candles anymore and quite frankly, I think that you should maybe go stand outside during a lightning storm or something. You may want to take a kite…and a key with you.
I save nothing. I lose sleep.
Daylight Loser Time