Here we are again, back to normal time – whatever normal means. The thought of getting an extra hour of sleep used to appeal to me. When we had a dog, they never seemed to get the memo. Their wakeup clock was set for the same time every day. I’ve become an early riser over the years, and my hours of awake time usually run out by 9 PM, so now I’ll be ready for bed 9 PM but it will actually be 8 PM. The question is, will I be tired at 8 PM? I suppose it all balances out over time, but this twice a year changing of the clock seems so senseless to me. They’ve begun stretching the time a little each year. At this rate, we might be on actual time in 2042 or so, which would make me over a hundred and I don’t think I want to wait that long. Will I get hungry at the same times? Since I’m almost always hungry, it won’t make much difference, but my body may have another opinion. Will I arrive early to church? Well, we used to be the first ones there, so that shouldn’t be a problem. We may just have to wait for an hour until someone arrives to unlock the door.
I guess the early thinking on this subject was designed for those in agriculture. With days stretching out to longer time periods of daylight, they would make use of the extra hour to sow, harvest and reap. Now most of them get up with the cows, which will be an hour earlier. The cows can’t change their time to be milked, but farmers will need to get up earlier to take care of that chore. Have we become slaves to time? Maybe so. Maybe this is just another government attempt to keep us focused on the mid-term election. Like we really need to watch another political ad, right?
Well, here it is, 8:30 AM and the sun has apparently risen. By 4 PM the sky will turn dark, and I’ll feel like crawling back in to bed, but we can’t miss the football games. That’s a whole other post.
So, we’ll complain about the change of time again. We’ll take at least a week of getting used to the change. Our minds tell us one thing, but the clock on the wall holds a completely different story. We’ll scoff at the first person who came up with this antiquated idea. We’ll accept it and live with it. Something like sheep staying with the herd. Baaaaaa!