A confession (Please don't hate me!)

It's only been two days. Keep it together, Mark.

Social Media is going through the obligatory mourning of the missing hour from our day. Incidentally, it's not really missing, it's just postponed...moved over...taken from the top to put on the end, or something like that. Long story short, everybody agreed against their will to set their clocks ahead one hour because Spring time or something like that.

I can't go on social media without every person complaining about how grouchy they are with their lack of sleep and how they wish they could hunt down the genius who thought up Daylight Saving Time. But as for myself, well, I tell a different story.

I can't help it if I like to have more light in the afternoons. I can't help it that I prefer to wind my day down with a sunset instead of in complete darkness. It doesn't bother me that the mornings are darker. I must confess, I actually like Daylight Saving Time. You heard me. I like it.

As tough as it may be, refrain from throwing your sleepless rage at me. I know I'm being selfish. Alaskans lose more daylight than I gain in this week, the folks in the other hemisphere are just now starting winter, and yet here I sit, enjoying my sunny afternoons, warm weather, and well lit evenings.

Please don't hate me. If you could find it in your hearts to forgive me, that'd be really great. I like Daylight Saving Time.