Is anyone else exhausted? It’s only midway through the week (last week to you all) so perhaps I’ll still adjust, but I’m all out of whack.
I realize I get up at an insane hour (4:30 a.m.) anyway, but now it feels like rising in the dead of night. And I know what the problem is — I can’t get to bed early enough because the sun’s still shining! I’m an eight hour girl. Any less and I feel like I’m slogging through mud with my clothes on just to make it through the day.
I take my cues from nature. I start thinking about dinner at dusk. But now, it doesn’t occur to me to stop working until 8:00 p.m. and I’m not done eating until 9:00 or 10:00 p.m.! Screwy, I tell you.
And the logic behind this madness? Politicians wanted the country to conserve energy around the First World War. (Really, there’s talk that our president at the time, Woodrow Wilson, just wanted to play golf into the evening hours. That’s a bit selfish don’t you think?)
Seriously, any benefit there might have been 100 years ago is outweighed by the fact that people now run their air conditioners longer, actually using more energy. And it’s dangerous to human health! Studies have shown there’s a spike in traffic accidents as the entire country runs around on dark morning roads groggy and sleep-deprived. 
And more importantly, farmers are reporting that their cows are definitely unhappy with the shift. They don’t like waiting an extra hour to be milked. Come on, people. Care about the cows.
Frankie, at least, remains unconcerned with it all. He doesn’t take his cues from nature. I think he takes them from me. Mr. Bionic Ears wakes when he hears me up, regardless of how quiet I think I am. So I still have to let him out of his crate at 7:00 a.m. It doesn’t matter to him that it’s pitch-black outside, and crickets are chirping instead of birds. He trots out all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, looking expectantly at his leash when there’s no way I can safely walk him for at least another half-hour.
Don’t get me wrong, I like sunshine as much as the next person. So why don’t we make this time the only time? It’s the back and forth that drives me crazy. Pick one already and stop the insanity! Until that happens, I guess I’ll trudge on. I just might be an hour late.
Amy F. Quincy Author/Freelance Writer 
March 17, 2013 at 8:57 am
My sentiments, exactly. I think they should leave well enough alone, and let the seasons do their thing.
March 17, 2013 at 9:04 am
I’m with you. I am still missing my hour!
March 17, 2013 at 9:51 am
I’m messed up, too. It wrecks havoc on me. Let’s just pick a time and stick with it, I say!!
March 17, 2013 at 10:36 am
True words!
March 17, 2013 at 4:52 pm
We don’t do this in Queensland any more. People from the bush put up such a stink about it that it was eventually abolished. Other states still change their lives each year. I remember when it was a part of our lives. We had small children and by the time day light saving finished each year we were exhausted. It is used in Australia for commercial reasons and Queensland was not very popular when it was decided that we don’t play this game anymore. I feel for you. Just remembering how we struggled back them to meet the demands of work and family commitments when the clocks were changed makes me think “tired”. Your post captures it perfectly with a sense of humor which frankly I think you need, to cope with the adjustments to your body clock. Come to Queensland.
March 18, 2013 at 11:35 am
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March 20, 2013 at 8:48 am
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March 18, 2013 at 4:00 pm
I totally agree!!!! What made this much worse this year was that we were driving to CA and as we passed from central time zone into mountain time zone we stopped in NM on daylight savings and they don’t change there clocks! We had to ask someone what time it was!