It’s no secret that I loathe the whole thing that makes 48 other states jealous – not observing Daylight Savings Time. Normally, I reserve my complaints for “Spring Forward” where I get to enjoy SEVEN MONTHS of time-zone purgatory. I get to look forward to 4:45 a.m. sunrises, nothing makes me feel more like a vampire than the long nights when I go to bed to a pink sky, fortunately they don’t happen but once or twice every couple of years and having EVERY SINGLE SUMMER NIGHT being PITCH BLACK by 9 p.m.
Normally, I’m thrilled when the first weekend in November hits and I get to enjoy FIVE SHORT MONTHS of only a 2-hour time difference from my family in Indiana and I get to be an hour ahead of California and the same time as Colorado and New Mexico. Of course, I have to remember most of my on-going meetings are at a different time.
Well, this morning. Arizona’s maverick ways messed with us in a new way. My husband’s alarm clock and our wall clock (an atomic clock) both decided to “fall back” even though we had DST turned “off” on both clocks. It happens every six months. Yay us!
At least I get to look forward to having a better work day.
What is your favorite thing about “falling back”?