Preach it

Got it. DST ends next week; Standard Time begins. It’s one of the crueler events of the year, depending on your position – if you’re one of those hardy souls who bounds out of bed at 4 AM whistling a jig and picks up a pail to go milk the cows, then wakes the rooster on the way back from the barn, you like having light in the morning. The rest of us, however, do not live on a farm, and are unsure why we must reorder our lives along the demands of the harvest. Especially since tractors and combines have headlights. It’s not as if Farmer Brown is out in the field at 5 AM with a lantern tied around Bossie’s neck. Farmer Brown lives in Edina and sold the farm to a company that installed giant stadium lights so they can use GPS Robot Tractors to farm at 3 AM, remotely operated from Bangalore.

The rest of us, however, have to stagger along in permanent night from November to February, and it’s one of those long dark black intervals that turns people surly and desperate. Dark we can take. Cold we can take. Dark and cold, though, is like a toothache during the flu.

Pretty much I don’t care which way it goes, but it would be nice if they quit the whole changing thing. Sure, I love the fall back with the extra hour of sleep which I notice for approximately 2 days, but the spring forward is a killer that messes me up for weeks. Okay, I care a little and would rather have the light at the end of the day when it’s useful to me.