I Want My Hour Back!
Grouse, grouse, grumble, moan, gripe. I hate Daylight Savings Time. Especially today: the Sunday from which one hour of precious, sweet sleep was stolen.
Because I am on the radio early in the morning six days a week, I have to get up at 4:30. It's been this way for many years, and I sincerely hope that soon I will move into a position in which I can get up at a more humane hour, but that's a whole 'nother topic.
Anyway, for someone who arises at 4:30 (which is not early in the morning; it is late at night) every minute... every second of sleep is to be hoarded and guarded and defended. And once a year, an entire hour is rudely snatched from under my sleeping head. Sixty minutes. 3600 somnambulistic seconds.
For you normal people, I know, you walk around like the undead for a few days while you get used to it. But for months and months and months and months and months, those of us who get up and put everything in order for the rest of you so you can wake up to hot coffee and fresh news, get up and toil for several hours in cold darkness. Then, ever so slightly, just little by little, the sky lightens earlier and earlier. And at the very end of March, there's a bit of brightening showing in the east during our commutes. It's spring! Our hearts are light tra-la, tra-la, then, BAM! It's night in the morning again. And we go back an hour and start the climb toward the dawn's early light once again.
And when the rest of you are out frolicking in the extended summer evening, enjoying late barbecues with the neighbors as the Evening Sounds CD plays next to your plastic molded water feature, and the sun slowly sinks just in time for Jay Leno to start his monologue, we morning-dwellers are turning in. It's like being 7 again and having to wrap up play when the streetlights go on. There's another good hour of daylight left in which to wallow, but nooooo! We have to get our rest so you people can have a nice, unscary world to wake up to!
And if you're about to argue that we'll get that hour of sleep back in six months, I know that. I don't care. I want it now. This minute. Shut up.
Thank you.
Because I am on the radio early in the morning six days a week, I have to get up at 4:30. It's been this way for many years, and I sincerely hope that soon I will move into a position in which I can get up at a more humane hour, but that's a whole 'nother topic.
Anyway, for someone who arises at 4:30 (which is not early in the morning; it is late at night) every minute... every second of sleep is to be hoarded and guarded and defended. And once a year, an entire hour is rudely snatched from under my sleeping head. Sixty minutes. 3600 somnambulistic seconds.
For you normal people, I know, you walk around like the undead for a few days while you get used to it. But for months and months and months and months and months, those of us who get up and put everything in order for the rest of you so you can wake up to hot coffee and fresh news, get up and toil for several hours in cold darkness. Then, ever so slightly, just little by little, the sky lightens earlier and earlier. And at the very end of March, there's a bit of brightening showing in the east during our commutes. It's spring! Our hearts are light tra-la, tra-la, then, BAM! It's night in the morning again. And we go back an hour and start the climb toward the dawn's early light once again.
And when the rest of you are out frolicking in the extended summer evening, enjoying late barbecues with the neighbors as the Evening Sounds CD plays next to your plastic molded water feature, and the sun slowly sinks just in time for Jay Leno to start his monologue, we morning-dwellers are turning in. It's like being 7 again and having to wrap up play when the streetlights go on. There's another good hour of daylight left in which to wallow, but nooooo! We have to get our rest so you people can have a nice, unscary world to wake up to!
And if you're about to argue that we'll get that hour of sleep back in six months, I know that. I don't care. I want it now. This minute. Shut up.
Thank you.
posted by Steve @ 4/03/2005 07:50:00 AM
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