Epiphany

If I don’t
place myself under
pressure
to
post-something-every-single-day
I think
this blog will
hold my interest better
and
I will have the
stamina to keep working on it longer
and
I will enjoy it more.

Summer time, and the waking ain’t easy

It did its job back in World War I. But why, oh why, have we still got it?

I heard a rumour that the UK government might consider scrapping summer time (or daylight saving time, for my fellow Americans still in America). And what a fantastic move that would be! I always really, really dread the spring time change.

Here we were, just starting to get a reasonable amount of daylight, able to go to work after dawn, that sort of thing. Then WHAMMO. A week of thinking, ‘I’m not tired yet… I don’t really need to go to bed now.’ Then the next morning, ‘It can’t be 6 yet. It’s really only 5.’ You keep losing that hour day after day.

And for what, again? More outdoor activities at night? Doesn’t seem to work that way. Saving energy? No, not really. I snapped a couple of photos out the front door, the first around 6:00 in the morning and the second around 8:00 in the evening. You just sort of change which time of day you have to use the electric lights:

Day?

Night?

Now, from past experience, I don’t recall that there is ever sun at midnight or anything. At midsummer here, it gets completely dark by, what, 11:00?

- The Snark