What Time Is It?

Such a simple, seemingly innocuous, question.  But twice a year, that question becomes fraught with confusion and angst.

That, of course, is due to the inanity (at least to me) of switching from back and forth from Daylight Savings to Eastern Standard.  And maybe it’s just me again, but those events frequently appear to coincide with a full moon. Beware the full moon under any circumstances. Put the two together and I inch up very close to crazy.

My body struggles for at least a week after the time changes.  My “inner clock” tells me it’s dinner time but other clocks tell me it’s either too early or not soon enough. A 6:00 AM morning wake-up is perfect but if the bedside clock says 5:00 AM, that’s obscene and 7:00 AM means we’ve seriously overslept.  Darkening skies come either too late or too early, depending on which half of the year we’re in.

The clocks in our house are never in synch.  Many are not properly updated. They just sit there and quietly wait for the next time change and then they’re good to go again.  I like that. Maybe I should just do as they do. Time changes be stuffed!

By some accounts, all this nonsense will be over by sometime in 2023.  By my account, that’s not soon enough but I certainly celebrate the plan.