|"See? I created day and night and it WAS good."|
Some people love Daylight Savings Time - they enjoy the extra hour of daylight at the end of the day.
Me? Not so much.
I never understood (barring wartime) why anyone wants an extra hour of light at the end of the day.
People who struggle with insomnia do not like Daylight Savings Time.
And you know who else hates DST?
New moms, that's who. They hate Daylight Savings Time. With a passion I might add.
And Moms with babies and young children? They hate DST too. Messes up the sleep schedules and all other schedules in the house.
You know who else hates it?
The dads who have to deal with the grouchy moms and kids.
Teenagers also hate it. (What's new?)
People who have to get up early for work hate DST - nurses, doctors, EMT's, firemen, policemen, pharmacists, etc...
The folks who work at bakeries, doughnut shops, TV news (and radio) stations hate it as well.
And dogs hate DST. They can't figure out why their human doesn't come home from work when they are supposed to anymore and why their walk and food schedules are all messed up. They have to wait at the door a lot. For nothing.
So, there are tons of people who hate DST.
And by the looks of the half-empty pews at Mass this morning we are the majority rather than the minority.
Which means God doesn't like Daylight Savings Time either. "My people, my people, what is wrong with the day as I created it? Must you control time itself?"
Yes, Lord, I guess we must. The proof is in the chocolate pudding. (Oops, sorry...one of those Lenten Freudian slips.)
Man, it felt good to let that out. Been brewin' for ten tears (okay...now THAT proves it, folks - I wrote tears instead of years by accident and the reason for that accident is because...
... my frain is bried due to Staylight Raving