Daylight Savings Time -- Five reasons to pitch it

I do not like Daylight Savings Time.  In fact, I think I hate it.

1.  Daylight Savings Time messes with our sleep cycles something awful.  It is worst in the fall when we gain an hour.  But it is plenty bad in the spring when we lose an hour, too.  When I was young, I thought it was cool to gain an hour.  Later in life, when I had small children, I realized that babies sleep when they sleep, and an extra hour is never applied to their night, so adding an extra hour to one of their days just makes them tired and cranky for many more days.  We did not have quite this same problem with losing an hour in the spring, but...

2.   Losing an hour in the spring is psychologically defeating.  We finally get to March, longer daylight hours, and sunrise before the school bus arrives at 6:55 a.m.  Then... we turn our clocks ahead so that we essentially get up at 5:something a.m. instead of 6:something a.m. and it is dark in the morning all over again (my husband calls it, "getting up at O-Dark-Hundred").

3.  Daylight Savings Time makes me sick.  Literally.  I feel sick for at least a week each time I jerk the time around.  Although I recognize that my fibromyalgia and other extenuating factors make Daylight Savings a bigger hardship for me than for many heartier people, research shows that productivity at work lags during the days after a time change.

4.  There is no good reason for the time change.  A few sane states have abolished it.  It is simply a dinosaur, a social experiment turned tradition which we carry out each year, twice, with no reason or explanation.

 5.  I don't think God meant us to play with time, hence there are not good results when we do.   Noon should be noon, when the sun is at its apex, and time should proceed with that as a marking point, an absolute, a standard.  We ought not mess with the rhythm of life.  Period.  The end.