I rolled over in bed this morning and glanced at the clock. I never set an alarm (wouldn’t know how to do it if I wanted to) so you can imagine my relief when the clock said it was only 5:30 a.m.
I almost allowed myself to doze off but then I remembered; the bi-annual fiddling with time meant it was actually 6:30 a.m. and I was already behind schedule. Cursing Ben Franklin (who really didn’t invent Daylight Saving Time), I stumbled out of bed and prepared for a few days of trying to adjust my body rhythms to the unnatural and wholly unnecessary change of time.
It would be so much easier if DST were permanent. Why it isn’t is basically a matter of time – literally. Making DST permanent is a popular issue for Congress to address and rid us of this inconvenient and unhealthy change of clocks. But Congress has failed us. Read more…