I Love and Appreciate Losing an Hour to Daylight Savings

Time is weird.

It seems like just last year, I was 17 and jamming with my buddies in a high school rock band. About a week ago, my wife of nearly 15 years and I went on our first date. My 8-year-old daughter was a baby yesterday.

Where does the time go?

I can’t say.

I can’t say for sure, at least, most days. Once a year, though, I have an answer to that question: daylight savings time.

Every year, this antiquated practice reaches into the wee hours of a Spring Sunday morning and steals 1 hour from my day. 2am becomes 3am, just because.

Well, maybe not entirely just because. Daylight savings time is meant to better use the sunlight during spring and summer. That’s assuming you don’t live near the equator, where day and night are relatively the same length. That’s also assuming you don’t live near the Earth’s poles, where a measly hour does little to affect your darkness or light. That’s also-also assuming you’re not in Hawaii or Arizona in the US or that you’re not in most of the rest of the world.

… wow, you’re right. DST is a super lousy idea.

Here’s to you, daylight savings. See you next year.