Monday, April 07, 2003

And now I come to

And now I come to the end of the cruellest day of the whole viscious year.  I went to a school founded by the sadist who invented Daylight Striving Time, to save candlewax and the money associated with the buying thereof.  AND NOW HE’S DEAD.  So, fat lot of good it did him, eh?  These days the main reason to change the clocks twice a year is to confuse my pets and give me a bit more time after work in the summer to get in a run or bike ride.  But not today.  Today is the first day of the rest of my daylight savings time, and I feel ripped off.  Ripped off of an hour of precious sleep, stolen from me between 2 and 3 am on Sunday morning.  I think that the first business day after we spring forward, when we wake up with the sky an hour darker than it was the preceeding friday, when every atom in our bodies cries out that we are violating basic rules of circadian propriety, we should get a national vacation.  Call it “Sleep In Day” or “Daylight Savings Dividends Day” or “Ripped You Off For An Hour Day” - just don’t make me come to work when my body isn’t caught up with my wristwatch.  You have one year to straighten this out for me.  In the meantime, wake me when its time for me to go back to sleep.