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DST. POS.
A Terrible Idea — Twice A Year.
We’re just a month away.
November 1st. It’s when, by Congressional decree in 1966 (remember when they actually EARNED their paychecks?), according to the Uniform Time Act, clocks would be set back an hour.
To my way of thinking, the ONLY benefit of such an act is that, mercifully, the clock is set FORWARD in the spring, thereby giving us an extra hour of daylight in the evening.
It’s roughly the same logic as getting a tax refund — it fools some people into thinking they’re getting “found money”.
Yes — another lie we tell ourselves to feel a bit better. Like Organized Religion.
But here’s the thing. In the fall, after watching several months of days shorten and shorten, we’re all dealt a deathblow of chopping an additional hour off the evening in one fell swoop.
It’s brutal. I have enough trouble watching the sun disappear a little earlier each day. Then, one day, it’s dark at 4:30?
What a needless bunch of happy horseshit.
I can’t say for sure that I suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. But I DO know that, after the time changes, I tend to begin eating Prozac like M & M’s. I crave Vitamin D.
