Every March, I run into one of my least favorite events of the year.
Each year in March, the forces that be, change the clock.
We lose an hour this evening, and now I’ll be waking one hour earlier.
I still wish we do away with the insidious ritual of changing out clocks twice a year.
It is an asinine stupid thing to change clocks twice a year.
Yet as stupid as I view this event, it doesn’t change the fact that the event occurs each year.
I can continue to complain about how stupid daylight savings time is, yet it doesn’t change the fact that every year we join the ranks of changing the clocks.
Some things I can change and other I can’t change.
There is the old serenity prayer that states
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannon change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference.
I can’t change daylight savings time.
So, this will be my last comment about daylight savings time until we roll around to this insidious practice next year.
Maybe one year I won’t rail against how stupid I believe daylight savings time is.
This won’t be that year.