Daylight Savings Time = Production Lost Time
That’s my belief. Screwing up the internal clock of most of the nation twice a year is just wrong. It’s hard on the computers, too, especially in the Fall when you try to tell them to live the same hour twice. It really upsets their internal data checking failsafes.
As my dear, departed husband used to say, “If you want us to go to work and school at a different time, tell us to go to work and school at a different time. Leave the [freaking] clocks alone!”
When I was in grade school, it meant the difference between standing at the bus stop in daylight, or at least the predawn glow, or getting to school when it was still pitch black for at least a month each year. I hated it.
Due to a recently shifted work schedule, I’ve discovered that I naturally wake up around 7:15 a.m., when the sun is about *there* in my window. Waking up with the sun is not a luxury I’ve had for most of my life and I’m really enjoying it.
Then they changed the clocks and 7:15 was no longer daylight. NO LONGER DAYLIGHT. Freaking bureaucrats. Left to myself on the weekends, I discovered I woke up at 8:15 Daylight Savings Time just fine, when the sun was just *there* in my window.
I’ve finally had a few months to bludgeon my body into conforming. In the last couple of weeks I’ve started waking before my alarm again, but then, the the sun is just *there* in my window at that time. And as it gets closer to the solstice, it is actually shining on my pillow, which it only does for about 4 weeks each year. It is beautifully filtered through trees and is no hardship.
Farmers work when farmers work. They don’t watch the clocks. Children go to school when you tell them, but messing with their internal clocks twice a year is hard on their learning abilities and shocks their bodies.
Daylight Savings Time is a state initiative. Not all states follow it. Is it time for our state to join them? The Texas Legislature meets next Spring. Time to muster your arguments to give to those who get elected this November. If enough of us bother them, perhaps we can get this pernicious practice put to rest.
Internal jukebox: Standing on the Promises, a jazzy version we’re doing for the anthem this morning.