Daylight Saving Time Is for the Birds

And yes, in proper AP style, there's no "s" at the end of Saving. 

I've had "issues" with DST for as long as I can remember. 

In college, I wrote a long diatribe to my mother at well past midnight, describing how awful it was, and how I was morally opposed to it, and why did we have to follow it. 

She later asked if I were drunk when I wrote it. I wasn't. 

It wasn't even during DST. It was while I was booking a train ticket. 

In grad school part I, there was the time when it fell at the end of a two-week period of insomnia, coupled with a flight to the States where I got DST, and back to London, and then... I got to have DST on both continents a week apart. That was not a banner month.

Every year, there's a combination of extreme exhaustion, absolute crankiness (likely thanks to the extreme exhaustion), the delightfully French ennui, and a hair trigger toward everyone. 

In this year's Top 10 List of Things DST Made Me Do:

1. Four Diet Cokes in one day.
   
2. The infamous tulip comparison.
   
3. Attached a sleeve to a dress ... inside out.
   
4. Gave The Look to the physical therapist when he forced me to do balance work during a session.
   
5. Promptly then wanted to burst into tears over guilt at giving the poor PT The Look. (I'm still not entirely sure that he didn't deserve it, but there you have it.)
   
6. Contemplated the merits of joining the circus ... until I realized that nope, they'd still have exhaustion, and then I'm stuck dealing with animals.
   
7. Wondered why we haven't evolved in logistics enough to make online purchases arrive at my door by end of day.
   
8. Baffled by the appearance of white powder on my coat, only to realize I'd brushed up against my car.
   
9. Had a protracted discussion with American Airlines because they cut my layover in half for an upcoming trip.
   
10. Debated the idea of moving to Arizona, where there's sun, and no DST.