It was bright and sunny this morning.
I was not ready for it. I am fortunate to be able to take my wife to work fairly regularly. The past few weeks it has been getting kinda dark. It was helped by the cloudy mornings we have been having.
Yesterday, it was time to turn the clocks back an hour.
The sun got a head start this morning. I stepped out the door and instead of the sun just peeking out, I had so close my eyes it was so bright. I had a brief nearly subliminal urge to go back inside (this is what happens if you spend an entire Sunday in a dark room in front of a computer).
This is all Benjamin Franklin’s fault.
He is the one that came up with the idea. I have no idea why it would seem so important 200 years ago when everyone traveled by horse or foot. Things happened much slower back then. Now days, a virus can travel across the world faster than you could tell your relatives you got sick on vacation back then.
I am not really sure that switching clocks is really that good of an idea.
Usually, fall, when you gain an hour is almost nice, but spring, that is a different story. I also notice that it seems to be Easter morning when they want you to get up extra early for church that they also steal that hour of sleep.
I think that shifting the time is hard on the human body.
I do not mean in a sci-fi time traveling way. The readjustment to a new schedule is hard on you physically. I always feel out of whack for days. I know, real scientific choice of words.
Do you think this was one of Benjamin Franklin’s better ideas?
Or, should we all just go fly kites made out of metal during thunderstorms?