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Good Morning, everybody!

Your Humble Blogger was musing on the differing attitudes toward this morning’s clock-meddling. My fondness for Daylight Saving is on record, but that seems to be a minority view amongst my friends and neighbors. Who, I suppose, want to get up and work out before work? I don’t really understand it, myself. Sunset at 6:52 tonight! Whoo-hoo! But there’s the bigger philosophical question of whether you feel robbed by the clock manipulation. I tend to see it as giving back the hour we got a few months ago.

But then, I was born in the summer. People born in the Daylight actually do get an hour free that first autumn of their lives. They give it back before the year is up, sure. But then they get another one! And they keep going like that, borrowing an hour from their future every fall and giving it back every spring.

Winter babies, though, lose the hour the first time they spring forward. And, yes, they get it back in the fall, but that just makes them even again, back where they started. As the summer children keep going ahead and then even, the winter children lose ground and catch up; they never quite match. When the summers get a free hour, the winters are just getting back to even. When the winters are having their hour stolen whilst they sleep, the summers are (reluctantly) returning their bonus. Year after year. Of course, the older folks of April and May may have been winters; the younger ones will be summers. This will be very confusing for those persons trying to determine whether to become optimists or pessimists; their hourglass is only half-full.

As I was musing, though, I remembered that I stayed on the Lord’s time until I was eighteen. Arizona folk respect the sun, but we don’t try to get more of it. I experienced the clock-meddling as something that other people did—a phone call to California would involve an hour difference in the winter but not the summer. An East Coast call would travel across three hours in the summer, but only two in the winter. I think I remember that this affected television schedules, but in those days the summer was all reruns anyway. No, my first extended experience of Daylight Saving was in the Pennsylvania autumn, which as it happens was my first extended experience of autumn, and my first real experience of the days getting significantly shorter. Perhaps, then, my pro-clock-meddling philosophy is more accurately attributed to… er… yeah.

Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus,


Hmm, interesting about winter/summer babies. I'm a winter baby, and I do even get up in the morning and work out sometimes, but I'm largely pro-DST anyway. Actually, though, once I traveled to Europe in the fall, and they changed the clocks while I was there (so I got an extra hour) and then, after I came back to the US, we changed the clocks here and I got another extra hour! So now I count as a summer baby.

Like you, I grew up on the Lord's time all year 'round. (Indiana has since changed its ways, just before I moved back here, and lo, there was wailing and rending of garments.) My theory is that a person's views on DST vary depending on his/her east-west location within your time zone, and whether s/he has small children or not. To wit:

a. If you live on the far western edge of your time zone, and have small children, the fact that it stays light until nearly 10:00 at night in the summer is a Very Bad Thing. You probably think DST is the devil's work, and the more so if you have only just been forced to acknowledge it by the gummint.
2. If you live on the far eastern edge of your time zone and do not have small children, the fact that it gets dark around 2:00 in the afternoon in the winter is a Very Bad Thing, made worse if you suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. You probably think DST is the Bestest Thing Ever.


I also, on principal (principle?), object to Congress (or the gummint, depending on your views) extending DST as an "energy-saving" measure, which I believe was the justification for the most recent extension, which reduced "standard time" to a mere 4 months of the year. One of these days I'm going to propose that we save the earth by extending DST to the whole year. Why go in for half measures?

p.s. the cat wholeheartedly embraces DST, by the way, and is always relieved when we return to doing things at The Right Time, rather than an hour late. I do not know if she was a summer kitten or a winter kitten.

What I hate about DST is that it puts my sleep schedule out of whack and makes me extra sleep deprived for three weeks of the year. (Because it takes me a long time to readjust.)

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