Look at that photo — does that look like 9:30 am to you? Or does it look like 8:30, which it properly is? It’s dark and cold and gloomy out still, and I’ve managed to drag myself out of bed and into the car and am starting the drive back into town.
We’re not alarm clock people, in part because we’re both pretty good at waking up according to the sun. And to be fair, aside from days when I teach, neither of us has to be at a job at a specific time, or get kids to school, or commute, or any of that. Which is not an accident — those were deliberate choices we made about our lives.
But when the shift to DST screws up even rural people like us, who are self-employed, to the extent that it does, maybe it’s just time to give this nonsense up.
