Blink! We get another hour. That's the gift for those of us who live under the collective spell of Daylight Saving Time.
What did I do with my extra hour? My body rebelled as it tried to awaken at its usual time, and struggled to stay awake an hour later. At the restaurant where we ate breakfast, the waitress commented that everyone seemed out of whack today. I wondered why it wasn't dinner time yet, and being Sunday, I actually took it easy for one more hour.
One day a year, we wedge an extra hour into a day. At the same time the days are getting shorter as the light stays with us a little less and less. Wouldn't it be great if we could all call, "Time change!" about three months from now, when we really need it to recover from the holidays, and give everyone another hour?
Of course, the inevitable counterpoint and much less welcome loss of an hour will bite us in Spring. Why do we put ourselves through this illusion? Who are we kidding here?
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