Weekend Plans Post: Getting My Hour Back
(Featured image is ICU. Photo taken by Maribou.)
The first Sunday in November. That’s the official end of Daylight Saving Time, as of 2007. That’s with the start of DST beginning with the second Sunday in *MARCH*.
Before that (starting in 1986), the official start of Daylight Saving Time was the first Sunday of April and ended the last Sunday of October. I always thought that this was kinda nice, when I was a kid.
What were the start/finish days back in 1966 when LBJ began the War on Clocks? From the last Sunday of April to the last Sunday of October. An almost platonic balance of the calendar. Six months on, six months off.
There are a ton of unintended consequences to the changes. Sometimes twins have their birth order messed up. The one born 30 minutes after the other is written down as being born a half hour before. Farmers discuss problems with animals unused to the time change. There are riots on some college campuses due to bars closing early due to the time change. There was a period in the early oughts where I was working nights. Daylight Saving Time stole an hour from everybody that night and our choice was between going home on time and losing money, or staying an hour later and getting our full 40. (When it ended, we had no choice but to take the hour’s overtime. I guess the time and a half wasn’t so bad.)
And, this weekend, we get our hour back. Finally.
The transitions at springtime used to be *BRUTAL* on me. It felt like jet lag. It took me a week or two to return to baseline. What with our new normal WFH state, the spring transition isn’t so bad.
Getting the hour back is still sweet, though. Even without everything else.
This weekend, I will be getting my hour back.
So… what’s on your docket?
I, too, will be getting my hour back. Small world I guess.
And thanks for mentioning that, I’d spaced that it was this weekend.Report
Even more than the hour back, I’ll be happy not driving to work in the dark for a few months now. The butt-end and very start of DST are woeful for us early risers. And yeah, I remember Bush approving the 2007 tinkering with it, and being vaguely annoyed then.
I guess I’m cleaning house. A plumbing leak means my shower and tub are currently unusable. I’ve been promised a plumber Tuesday, earlier if there’s a cancellation (I do not expect that). I’ve mostly cleared out my closet (where the pipe access is) but would like to do more cleaning in preparation for them, but also because my house just needs to be cleaned again. It seems very rude that houses keep on getting dirty no matter how often you clean….Report
Nothing doing tonight so I may go to the show to see The French Dispatch. Wes Anderson never fails to entertain.
Tomorrow will be an all-day football thing for me. Breakfast with the officiating crew, then an early afternoon kickoff. The weather looks beautiful.
Sunday is All Saints at my church, so a bell will be tolled in memory of my wife. I can’t say enough good things about the church we joined 20 years ago. One of the finest communities I’ve ever been a part of.Report
Bacon is cooling.
Pizza dough is rising.
Pizza stone is heating.
It’s gonna be a good Friday.Report
The unchurched get a whole day to figure out in private there’s been a time change. Us, we can make a fool of ourselves publicly before noon.Report
At the church I went to growing up you’d walk in and realize the priest is speaking Latin. No longer that I guess.Report
St. Alphonsus, downtown Balmer.Report
I am coming to realize that Standard Time was much more exciting when I was somewhere between 12-35.
Going to bed an hour later is *AMAZING* when you’re 12. Not so much when you’re old.
Sleeping in an hour later? I wish! The bladder alarm clock has no snooze button.
Going to work an hour later is nice, yes, but less nice when your commute is 2 minutes and that’s only because you stopped by the kitchen to get some breakfast first.
And I forgot that Standard Time means that you have to go jogging an hour earlier.
But it was a lovely jog.Report