I don't like Daylight Savings Time. (Or is it Daylight Saving Time? There seems to be some disagreement on teh internets. I favor the former.) Specifically, I don't like the night we have to spring forward. Spring forward! It sounds so upbeat and cheery! Relentlessly cheery . . . Really, all it means is that I lose an hour of precious, hard-won sleep. When I woke up this morning, my clock read 6:03, but I knew it was really only 5:03. I'll be doing that for the next week or so: "My watch may say it's 9 p.m., but I know it's actually 10 p.m., so good night." Wait. That's not right. Well, any excuse to hit the hay.
With the days getting longer, I've noticed it getting lighter earlier and earlier in the morning. I do like that it will now (for a while, anyway) be dark when I get up at 5:30 every morning. I consider myself a morning person, but I have to kind of ease into my day: I like to take it slowly, making coffee and showering in the dark, reading a book while eating breakfast, turning on my headlights on for the drive to work. But all the while I will be seething inside, thinking constantly of that hour of sleep I lost the night of March 13 - 14.