I Sprang Forward … Now What?
No doubt there will be millions upon millions of blog posts today describing the effects of this past weekend’s time change. We sprang forward, which on the surface of it seems as if we should be better off. We’re springing forward. We’re pouncing. We are aggressively seizing the day. We’re moving forward at a rapid clip.
And yet, it is just the opposite. It is actually the clocks that spring forward and leave us poor humans an hour behind, feeling bewildered, somewhat sleepy, and more than a little perturbed. How dare something come along and rob us of a precious hour’s sleep!
On the other hand, this is probably as close as we’ll ever get to time travel. For awhile, before we get around to resetting all our clocks, we can move back and forth through time just by going into different rooms in our house.
Hey! It’s 3:00. Now it’s 2:00. Back to 3:00. Whew! What a trip! I am completely wiped out. I hope I didn’t inadvertently alter the timeline.
[That clever little vignette was brought to you by Burt’s School o’ Writing in beautiful downtown Mesquite, Texas.]
The time change had little effect on me. I already don’t like getting up early in the morning, so this morning I was every bit as groggy, disoriented, and disheveled as I am every morning, time change or no.
If they really want to come up with something useful, they could invent Month-light Savings Time. That’s where we set the calendar back a month in order to give us a chance to get caught up on all the stuff we didn’t get done last month.