There’s something about losing an hour that completely throws me off. You’d think I’d be happy for the extra few minutes of sunshine and delighted that it will stay dark until 7 AM, but for me, daily savings time is just another way of confusing this old mind of mine. I went to bed at 8:30 last night, which was really 7:30. I rose at 3:30 this AM which is really 2:30. I really tried to go back to sleep, but my mind just kept swimming with ideas and things that I needed to get done. I tossed and turned and finally gave in at 5 AM. I am now wide awake and I know I’ll be ready for a nap at 9 AM.
What happens to that hour that we lose every spring? How can you just wipe sixty minutes out of your life? Is it because it happens when we’re sleeping that we don’t notice it, or is it just meant to throw us into a state of confusion?
It seems to me that when God created time, He didn’t want people messing with it. He wants us to use every second wisely. Losing that hour might be traumatic for some of us – bothersome for others – and a downright waste of time.
OK enough complaining. I have things to do. Times a wasting!