Daylight Saving bugs me. You lose a whole hour of your life in the spring because 2:00 AM becomes 3:00 AM as we “spring ahead.” Most of us aren’t even awake for it, and when we do finally awaken we don’t want to get out of bed because we’re still tired.
The concept is an anachronism, and I hope to write to our new leader and ask him to do the country a favor and abolish it during his term in office. I plan to wait, though, until he gets us back to something like the new normal. This year DST will enable longer daylight hours to get everybody inoculated, but all bets are off after that. Also, unfortunately, last year many people worldwide who were under the thumb of DST did not live to get their hour back in November so we need to remedy that for the rest of us now. Calendar and programmed alarm clock companies will need time to update their layouts. 2022 sounds like a good year to start forgetting about the whole thing.
That extra hour of daylight means that most of us rise because the sun has gotten into our eyes and we can’t turn over and go back to sleep. Trying to get kids to go to bed when it’s still light out is a challenge, too. The natural order of our days have been in an upheaval for generations, and it’s time to stop the madness.
When I (finally) get to go on my trip to Hawaii, they don’t observe DST, so I get to add the time zones up and subtract one hour. Imagine that! Of course, they have island time, which is no time at all when you’re under a tree sipping a cool drink by the ocean. It will feel good to have a good time without having to watch time.
Some folks may ask about the companion reminders to replace batteries in smoke detectors, which seems, like a padded senate bill, to be written in like a package deal. My advice is to simply write it into the block in your calendar which will have an open space where “Daylight Saving Time Begins” used to be.
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