Saturday, March 10, 2012
SPRING AHEAD? SERIOUSLY?
What menopausal woman worth her weight in missing estrogen enjoys losing an hour of precious sleep? As if we aren't groggy enough already.
So, although I will comply and set my clocks ahead the requisite 60 minutes before retiring, I dare say I won't spring into it. I may meander, I may slog, I may even trudge ahead. But you won't catch me springing. Not at this point in my life.
Springing implies pleasure or giddiness. I am feeling neither at the prospect of knowing that as I write at 10:04 p.m., it is really, for all intents and purposes, 11:04 p.m.
( I do love falling back an hour in the fall, however, celebrating and savoring every second of that additional hour even though that time change makes me groggy, too.)
Which leads me to my biggest complaint about DST: Its main purpose may be to save energy, but Lord knows it always zaps mine.