Balls and Walnuts
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Puddinhead
I hate Daylight Savings Time, hate it with a deep and abiding nasty dagger-tossing loathing hate. As many times as I read the explanations for why it was created or why it continues to be a good thing, to me it feels like a really, really bad thing. It ain’t natural. Meaning, it jacks up my biorhythms and I feel like crap all day for several days after that awful “Spring ahead.” And the “Fall behind” bit doesn’t feel too good, either. And so my brain feels mushier than usual for a few days until I somehow get used to the new thing, and I yawn a lot during the daytime, and I feel cheated, like being stuck with the jet lag without a vacation to show for it.
D.
You need to get yourself some False Memory Syndrome: false memories of two weeks in Rio de Janiero sampling the worst excesses, for example.
Even I, who have little trouble waking and adjusting to changing sleep patterns, don’t care for the couple of days that follow the vernautumnal* time changes.
* I just invented a word that describes something that happens in spring and fall!
Love the new word!
Although I hate the few mornings that follow the spring change, I do like getting more daylight in the evening. Since I’m not up at 4am, I’d rather get that extra hour of sunlight after dinner, when I can do something other than sleep through it.