The Lost Hour

[anghara]

The world demands that I change my clocks tonight. So I wound the hands one hour forward on the wall clock in my office. I will turn the hands one hour forward on my wristwatch tonight. I will poke and prod the digital clocks into obedience

Comments

[pixelfish]

You get it back in the fall though. But yeah....

[green_knight]

Why can't we all just live like the Earth turns?

Because agreeing on time zones makes life a lot easier for all of us.

(In the Australian bush, people defined '6am' as sunrise and set their watches accordingly. Imagine if we had the same approach.)

For me, Daylight Savings Time is more suited to my rhythm (more light in the evening when I'm out and about) so I don't mind it at all.

[gillpolack]

I keep thinking of the English speaking world in 1752 asking about their missing days.

[eneit]

My father refers to Daylight Savings as Twitville Time. This stems from a conversation with a friend from Sydney who insisted they loved daylight savings, because they ot more time to do things when they got home, before the light went. Dad asked why, instead of changing the clocks, did they not just start work an hour earlier each day. She replied, "You have got to be joking - I'm not getting up at 5am for anyone!" Umm... ok. *g*

[lilairen]

I call it Daylight Stupidity Time.

[threeoutside]

Yeah, DST is stupid. However, strictly speaking, and not intending to go all Sheldon Cooper on you (or Temperance Brennan, if you prefer), nothing is lost. You will live exactly the same number of hours during your lifetime as you would without DST ever having been instituted.

That said, I loathe it. I commute from 5 a.m. to 6:30 a.m. (there's a stop at a carpool rendezvous in there) and we have *just* begun driving to work in the gathering dawn. Now we'll be plunged back into darkness again for a couple of months. The reason we persist in this ungodly morning ritual, at that hour, is that if we wait an hour, the trip home once we hit the outskirts of Omaha becomes a long slow crawl in a linear parking lot called I-80. (This commute is nothing at all like, say, Chicago's - but it's more than I'm willing to put up with.) Also, in the winter, when we get back at least there is about an hour of light left, all year round.