This end to Daylight Savings: I’m having second thoughts about it.
I bumbled around the house for hours on its first morning, totally confused about what time it was.
I got up at 4am, who knows why. I just woke up.
So I took a bath.
I ate breakfast.
Then I sanded four little tables that I had stripped the day before and wiped them down with mineral spirits.
I rearranged furniture, dragging chairs all around the living room.
I looked at the clock, thinking it must be noon, but it was really only 9am.
When noon did come it seemed like 5:00 in the afternoon.
And when 5pm came, well, by then it was pitch dark and it felt like midnight.
I’m writing this at 7:00 on Sunday evening and going to bed as soon as I dot the last ‘i’.
If it appears at 4am Monday morning you’ll know it all happened again.
This monkeying with the Big Clock that 49 of the 50 states do, I don’t know about it.