Daylight Saving Time begins in the United States tonight–in an hour in my time zone, in fact. One would think that I’d be reasonable about my loss of an hour and go to bed an hour early to make up for this. No, I’m still up at one in the morning. Sorry, DST, you won’t be affecting my life until tomorrow morning when I try to figure out why it’s so late.
As much as I despise daylight saving time, it does have its perks. It’s bright outside for longer in the evening, and even though this is annoying, it’s better than the darkness so early in the evening that happens now. Never mind that the sunny late evenings would happen anyway without the artificial aid. I also can’t complain about getting that hour back in November because that’s an extra hour to work on my novel or sleep. But most of the time daylight saving time is a nuisance just for a few days. Eventually I adjust, and then I start reacting as if it never happened until I have to work with time zones or people start calling it “daylight savings time”, which is incorrect. For now though, DST isn’t the greatest, but it’s something I can put up with, if only for the extra hour in the fall.