Although I have supposedly been saving up daylight for thirty years now, whenever that cursed day comes around and I am forced to "Spring Forward", I am caught off guard. Is it possible that it's getting worse-- that with the economic crisis, it has become more difficult to save daylight?
I decided that if MASH can still be airing re-runs, then I can post a re-run of last year's Daylight Savings Gripe. After all, it is still just as valid today as it was a year ago. Enjoy (or at least commiserate)
Blah. This is an official gripe. Consider yourself warned.
Daylight Savings is a conspiracy. I'm not sure what they're getting at yet, but I know they're after something. I wish I could protest, like Arizona, and simply refuse to change my clock-- just show up an hour late for everything & start a revolution (hey, that's not a bad idea, considering I'm usually at least 10 minutes late for everything! I could call it a Daylight Savings tax, or something).
Why do they call it "Savings" anyways? It's like those obnoxious car salesmen on the radio: SUNDAY, SUNDAY SUNDAY! HUGE SAVINGS YOU CAN'T AFFORD TO MISS!! Usually, it saves me a whole lot more money when I just don't go down to their used car lot & partake in their savings. I'm pretty sure I'm not saving any daylight (unless there's some offshore account in Switzerland that has all my daylight saved up for me, and I don't know about it).
Waking up on Sunday morning was brutal, but it wasn't as bad as waking up this morning. Because the sun didn't set until like 9:30 last night (it's possible that I am exaggerating), we didn't eat dinner until at least 11pm (again, this map may not be to scale), and finally made it to bed at 3am (well, maybe it was midnight). When the alarm went off at 6:30 this morning, it felt (and looked) like the middle of the night.
I feel so cheated. I mean, it's nice that we have all those "extra" lovely hours of afternoon/evening light, but when the sun doesn't actually rise until 7:28am (that is not an exaggeration; I looked it up), I really don't feel like I am gaining anything.
Maybe my griping has more to do with the fact that I have a case of the Mondays. We had a lovely weekend (maybe I'll blog on that later-- it really was golden), but I am dreading this week, and I am not quite sure at this point how I am going to make it through. On top of the normal "my cup runneth/spilleth over" week, I have an all day outreach, our church small group, and an entire weekend of training meetings to run. This means that my week will actually last 2 weeks-- how's that for daylight savings?