I was confused when I got up this morning, more than usual. As I staggered into consciousness, I realized I had already lost an hour out of the day. The weather channel assured me I would gain it back at the end of the day. I did the math, concluded that was right. But somehow it didn't feel right. Our cat Millie, normally anxious to be fed her breakfast first thing in the morning, seemed in no real hurry. I had the sense all day that I was late to something, couldn't quite figure it out. At the time of this posting, it's getting into late afternoon according to the newly-adjusted clock. But my biological clock, which only grudgingly accepts Daylight Savings Time and hates being messed with, doesn't really think it's late afternoon. Having been through almost 69 years of this, I should be used to it by now. The golfers say they like it, but I think that's only because they sleep until noon, don't hit the first tee until early afternoon. Maybe I should move to Arizona where they have the good sense to stick with their time throughout the year.
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It surely doesn't suit me either - not the time (at this point I don't spend much time clock-watching), but the change. And as far as I'm concerned, there is no good explanation. If we were actually gaining an hour of daylight, it would be wonderful, but this is just shifting it around. Personally I'll hate June 21 when the days start getting shorter and always look forward to December 22 as those extra minutes of light begin to add up.
Did we have Daylight Savings Time when we were in early Grade School? I had said in my post that we had been making the switch my whole life, but now I'm not so sure. The Uniform Time Act was passed into law in 1966 (googlefact) but I don't remember if we observed it in the 1940s. Anyone remember?
There was something like daylight saving time during WWII. I don't remember the details but had something to do with the danger of attack - do you all remember the black-out curtains? I just remember getting up in what seemed to be the middle of the night.
My body clock clock is exasperated and confused. Going to sleep seems to be my major problem leading to prolonged crankiness. The cats do not seem to care. Yes, the days are longer but I get up three days a week for water aerobics and leave the house by 7:00 a.m. so my concern is always, "How dark is it going to be?" This morning it was pretty dark. I do not remember anything about time during my childhood. Time was not a concern. Nor do I remember any black out curtains. I remember Ft.Campbell military parades and soldiers. That is all I remember about the war years. May we all get our body clocks together. We can be thankful that we don't have little children. I haven't heard how Casey, Graham, and Henry have reacted or if they are getting up even earlier than usual in the morning.
Ann P.
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