Sunday, 3 November 2013

Standard Time

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.


  1. Why do you get up so early??? that's just craziness. Alternatively, you could lay in bed like I do, stressing about how come you're not sleeping and thinking that perhaps if you lay there you will fall back asleep (which usually happens eventually, but only 5 minutes before Ben gets up). Is this in our genes?

    1. I'm a consistent 6 hour sleeper. I might stretch it out to 7 on an odd day. It is what it is and I don't stress about it. The up side is I never need an alarm to wake up and I'm never late.