Time for my semi-annual bitching about daylight savings time. It hit home pretty hard this morning. I woke up this morning and looked at my bedside clock. 4:00 in the morning. That's fine during the week but no way am I getting out of bed at 4:00 a.m. on a Sunday. I drifted off eventually and opened my eyes again an hour later. 5:00 a.m. Man, that's still too early. I stared at the clock for another 15 minutes and finally said, enough. I got out of bed, grabbed my phone, and turned to quietly slip from the room.
And that's when I saw the clock on the dresser. This clock, unlike my bedside clock, automatically adjusts for daylight savings time. The correct time at that point was 4:15. God damnit.
Things were already in motion. I couldn't go back to bed. Once again, I cursed the insanity that is the institution of daylight savings time and went downstairs for a coffee. It's been a long day.