Daylight Saving Time (take careful note of the lack of a possessive S!) begins at the ungodly hour of 2 am (EST) Sunday morning.
I cannot stress enough how much I hate DST. Detest it, abhor it, curse it. The change totally throws off my equilibrium. It takes weeks, nay months, to finally adjust.
My poor dog, Asta, gets so confused. She isn’t a DST fan either. She can tell time. She knows when her dinner is supposed to be served.
My brain is equally as confused, as well as my circadian rhythms – what there are of them. Sleep will be a hoped-for condition that will be as elusive as Asta’s kibble.
Back in 2018, the Florida legislature voted to keep to DST year-round, but still we will be changing clocks. Apparently, a Congressional amendment to the U.S. Code is needed to ratify it.
That approval continues to be lacking, and we continue to lose a hour each March.
“Daylight time, a monstrosity in timekeeping.” — Harry S. Truman
This week’s word is:
What to do:
Using “daylight” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow Wordsters.