MY ANNUAL RANT!
11 March 2017

In case you didn’t know, you who read this, I absolutely positively insistently, indubitably, explicitly, wholeheartedly, hate Daylight saving time. In case that didn’t make sense, I HATE IT! I HATE IT! HATE IT! HATE it! hate!hate!hate!hate!hate Daylight saving time! I hate it.

There is no earthly legitimate realistic reason to force people to turn their clocks back and forth. If there ever was a legitimate reason, it doesn’t exist anymore! Turning the clock ahead, and back, ahead and back, ahead and back, why? I’d like to throw the mother of all tantrums over the fact that I am forced to lose an hour of sleep. On a weekend, no less! You know, or if you don’t know, now you do, I have terrible insomnia. The only nights I sleep worth a damn is on weekends when I take an over the counter sleeping pill. Taking an hour, a precious precious coveted hour, away from the only night I get a decent artificial sleep is criminal. Seriously. It’s theft. Stealing. Stealing my sleep. How dare anyone steal my sleep! It should be illegal. Shouldn’t it? Where are the sleep robbery police? *grin*

It’s proven that sleep is one of the most important things we need for health and productivity, health, that’s physical, mental and emotional health. So, why do they continue to cause us a loss of sleep?

I WANT MY HOUR OF SLEEP! I don’t want it seven or eight months from now in November … I want it NOW!

Anyway, that’s my rant. I’d like Congress to abolish time changing altogether. No springing forward; no falling back. You know, springing is a word that denotes action, movement, a sort of joyous exuberant movement. Who is exuberant about losing an hour of sleep? How about this? Fall forward and bounce back?

Abolish Daylight saving Time. Abolish Standard time. Make a decision—if they know how to make decisions anymore—and pick a time and stick to it.

Okay, that’s my rant. Got it? See the picture? Understand? Laughing? You can, go ahead and laugh. I’ve been railing against Daylight Saving time since I was a kid, so it’s not going to change. Sigh. Do I feel better? No. I still face the morrow knowing that my sleep will be stolen from me again. Grumble, grumble, grumble. I want it back.

Oh yeah, I hate Daylight saving time.