This is the annual springtime about jumping over to daylight saving time. I woke up this morning feeling like crap because I forgotten that we’d lose an hour overnight. Well guess what? I worked out heavily yesterday, so that one less hour of sleep was absolutely detrimental. Why didn’t you sleep in? Because Sunday is for getting things done. Saturday is the real shabbat.
And then I spent the rest of DST Sunday in an out-of-sync fog. There was no appetite during breakfast, and the afternoon seemingly dragged on forever, even though we technically lost an hour. But there’s the reward at the end, right? The entire reason for this crazy charade: the extra sun light afforded during the evening hours.
Admittedly it is quite nice to enjoy an after-dinner coffee (decaf, of course) whilst looking outside the window to a deep afternoon sun. Then the golden hour to follow. Again, it’s not the daylight savings time that we hate, it’s the switching back and forth. If President Trump can make this happen, he deserves a third term just for it. I’m only half joking.
Good news for me is I don’t have a car commute tomorrow morning. Best of luck to those of you who do. Quote: ”The switch to daylight saving time in the spring results in an increase in motor-vehicle occupant fatal crashes…”
Varietals.