Daylight savings time just began this weekend. I don't get it. Donald and I argue about when it's time to get up and time to go to bed. For me it's like jet lag - if yesterday I went to bed at 10:00 pm and tonight I go to bed at 10:00 (which was only 9:00 pm last night) I can't go to sleep. Same as getting up in the morning - if I usually get up at 5:30 and now my inner alarm wakes me up at 4:30 because I think it's 5:30 isn't it still really early? He immediately adjusts. But here I sit typing out this blog at 10:40 pm when it's only 9:40 and he's sound asleep in the adjacent room in 10:40 time.
And those people in the next campsite who are still raucously having fun think it's only 9:40 pm and they have until 10:00 to be quiet - don't they know it's after 10? Daylight savings time is really confusing for a lot of people. However, I bet the horses, cows, sheep, birds and various other animals don't care what time it is because they are on the schedule set by God. I wonder what a bird who flies from one time zone to another feels - do they get confused by needing to be back to feed their baby birds by 5:00? I think we humans totally confuse our lives by all these rules.
Don't get me wrong, I love it when the day lasts longer into the night. But when you're already an early riser, the day is dark until much later into the morning.
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