What a difference an hour makes. As usual, the time change has screwed up my routine, boring life. On Eastern Standard Time, I go to bed at 11:00 pm, read until midnight or 1:00 am, and depending on the severity of my insomnia, I wake somewhere around 3:00 am. I read until 5:30 am or 6:00 am, take a medication that requires an empty stomach and no food until an hour after taking it. I then go back to sleep for an hour and I’m up at 7:00 am. By 10:00 am, I have dressed, prepared two breakfasts (Mr. Fixt and I eat totally different morning meals), loaded the dishwasher, read the news on line, worked two jigsaw puzzles, and solved two crosswords.
Since I sprung (as much as a 67 year old can spring) forward that one lost hour seems to cause me several hours of frustration. It is now almost 11:30 am, and I’m just now finishing my routine morning stuff. It ruins my whole day. It takes me months for my body to adjust.
Pardon me for shouting, but I HATE DAYLIGHT SAVING TIME! I’m so angry at Ben Franklin, the old buzzard.
(DST also makes me testy.)
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I hate it too. Matter of fact, I do not know of one person who likes it. It messes up my rhythms as well. I would like someone to prove to me that we are saving ANYTHING by doing this. I think that when we are due to change again this Fall, we should go back 30 minutes and then LEAVE IT ALONE FOREVER.
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