Monday, November 02, 2015

Oooo, Recycled Daylight

     Or is it reclaimed daylight?  Siphoned off the end of the day in clear violation of causality and now we must pay the piper, but who am I to argue with King Canute and Congress, and their desire to get me to drive home in the dark only half the year?

     In Indiana, we go between double-daylight saving and regular daylight saving, being as we are at the extreme western end of Eastern Standard Time.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Clocks 'falling back' is much kinder on sleep then the cursed 'spring ahead'...

Thanks to 'El Nino', we in Florida appear to be robbed of the season of 'Fall'.

It's simply uncivilized for it to be 89 F far a daily high in the month of November. Dag-nabbit, I kinda rely on the change of seasons as a counter to depression. If this keeps up, 'Winter' in Fla will be rain every day but 3 in December, like we had in 1998.

And that was the year we had a tornado outbreak at 3 AM that killed over 40 people.

I swear I'm getting too old for this @&*%.

Raz Raxxaffian said...

Who said time travel is impossible? I do it twice a year. In the springtime I experience a whole hour in an imperceptible blur. Who knows what foul deeds I did in that blind moment.

But in fall, I get to re-experience that lost time, and find that I did nothing beyond the ordinary, which in most cases is sleeping.

Tempos fugits, or, what time gives, it also takes away....

Raz

wheelgun said...

I thought Indian (with the exception of the portion around Lake Michigan that used to get all its broadcast news from Chicago) was on "God's Time" and didn't do the daylight savings thing. When did that change?

wheelgun said...

That should be Indiana of course. Damn spell checker doesn't seem to be able to read my mind.

D.W. Drang said...

Come, now, everyone knows that you can make a rope longer by cutting a foot off one end and splicing it onto the other. The same principle applies here.

Roberta X said...

It's been a few years, Wheelgun. The whiners kept whining, and won. They wanted to be New York time, just like the kewl kids. The kewl kids still won't sit with 'em at lunch.