Time

Ugh, that time of year again. Twice a year I dread these tow days. It creates upheaval and my body, as I get older, doesn’t approve. I don’t even know we are forced to hold on to something created during war time for wartime. Like any other government unposed tax, entitlement, or rule of law, once created and implemented, it’s a done deal. We are stuck with its misery. I’d rather they add a couple hours to everyday, so I can get everything I do, done, without pressure.

Time change messes me up. It takes me longer and loner as I age, to acclimate, and I don’t enjoy it. Lately, I have been feeling the pressure of more and more in life. I am not complaining about the things I have taken on, but more the wish for a longer day, so I don’t have to put something on to the next day.

I know, I know, that sounds crazy. But I love what I do, and I would not want to cut any part of it out of my day or live. I am not one to do less, but more. So, I want more, I need more.

I am not a morning person. My husband seems to think I have always been a morning person, and that he ruined me, but I assure him and you all, I am not, nor have I ever been. I specifically remember in college, dropping a class because it was at 7a.m., and I was not about to wake up at the crack of dawn for the humanities sleeper cell. I tried it a couple times and could barely keep my eyes open in class. Boredom plus rooster call, not Alex’s thing.

Anyway, I really don’t like time change. I also, don’t believe we need it anymore, after all, it was instituted during wartime to give workers more daylight hours for work. The work of war needed a lot of stuff. Since electric lighting was not like today, they created the daylight savings. The only thing is saves is us from sleep.

I get that in the fall we get it back, but I don’t want to part with it to begin with. More so now that I am enjoying my newfound nirvana and I could use more time. We don’t even come out on top in the equation. It’s a wash, every year, so why bother.

Time is a luxury for many. It is for me as well. Like all luxuries, they come and go, and we want more of them. Weekends last less than their 48 hour allotment. I know they don’t but it sure feels like we get the raw end of that deal, and that they last the time it takes to blink. Friday comes with exhaustion, so it doesn’t count, Saturday is filled with to do’s to see’s, to take care of’s, and Sunday is filled with church or luncheons, or whatever you do as you lament the next day’s return to the work grind. Throw laundry in there somewhere, because I know none of you do laundry during the week. After all, the ‘big L’ just adds work to a long work day, so why not put it off.

Vacations make the time continuum even shorter than weekends. Your last day of work is spent in eager anticipation for the fun that is to come, only to come and go faster than the dollars in our pockets, these days.

I don’t know about you, but halfway through the vacation, and I am already grieving its end and want to make it last longer. A side note, I have tried to make it last longer, by doing nothing and just relaxing or lounging lazily, enjoying the rest, and that doesn’t work. Staying busy and spending the entire trip doing things, exploring venues, shopping for souvenirs, made in China, that I am sure we could just throw into our Amazon carts, or get at a fraction of the price on eBay, but we shop anyway and overpay for the junk we will shove in a drawer within a week.

Neither experiment works. It is no longer a theory of mine, but a verified fact. I have conducted that experiment many, many times, and gotten the same answer, therefore it is fact. You’re welcome. I have spared you the useless self trials.

Yes, vacations last three days tops. No matter if you took a week or two, they all last three days. That is the speed at which vacations travel, faster than the speed of light.

I wake up each morning at around 7a.m.. Before the time change, BTC, it was dark that early. Now, when I wake up, it looks like I am late fore work. The sun has beat me to the day, and I wake up already behind.

After the time change in the fall, ATC, I’ll wake up to the dead of night. The sun isn’t even awake. It has hit that snooze button the umpteenth time and still dilly dally’s. By dinnertime, or quitting time if you work away from home, it is the dead of night. It feels like you live in Alaska, and will never get more than a sliver of daylight.

For me it is comparable to the spring or fall seasons, when we get temperatures going from one extreme to another. Last week it was cold, all week. Not one day above fifty, and the nights hovered in the wintery degrees. This week, it’s in the upper eighties in the day, and forties at night. My air conditioner does’t know whether to scratch its watch, or wind its butt. Can someone please get weather back on its meds?

Fall is the same, up, down, in, out debacle. It’s unnerving. It’s a nauseating carnival ride that doesn’t seem to end.

I would greatly appreciate it if changing time constraints, would be at the top of the priorities list, at the next congressional hearing, or even the G8 summit. Find me who I should consult on that so I can ask? I’ll wait.

I know it’s a pipe dream. I’d have more luck winning the lottery for a billion dollars, or inheriting Vegas from a rich uncle, but it’s worth a shot. I don’t see a downside in the possibility, except for the worldwide man hunt for me by the entire planet for making their workday longer. Fair trade.

Anyway, thanks for stopping by. Leave your three D glasses at the door, on your way out, and please refrain from shooting the messenger, of this public service announcement.

Please share all positive and accolades with the mad theoretic scientist, and feel free to vent any disparaging or uncomely comments in the latrine, where there is a receptive audience.

Enjoy your day, everyone! I hope you get your work done, or there will be consequences. Ha!