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Daylight Savings (Where’s the beef)

princess brideDaylight Savings. What a frickin’ crock.

Supposedly we were supposed to get an extra hour of sleep this past Sunday. Instead, I got the same amount I always do, except I didn’t have to feel guilty about sleeping in on Sunday, because it was an hour earlier than I would normally wake.

What I did feel guilty about was wanting to go to sleep when the sun went down at 5:45 p.m.

Where’s the saved time, if you are going to sleep away more than you received?

One friend put it this way: “I love DST. It’s like getting free jetlag!”

I’ll take the jetlag with a trip anyday. DST? I can do without…

Here I am on a Friday night at 7:00 ready to go to bed.

Nighty, night!