It's dark and chillier in the morning these days when I shake my little dog awake, dress her in her absurd purple coat, and prod her out the door for her first walk of the day. Later, during our after-work stroll, the sun is just starting to set through the sparse golden leaves on the tree in the front yard. It's fall! Pull on your mittens and grab your pumpkin spice and a map to Stars Freakin' Hollow! Everyone loves autumn, right? Until the first week in November when suddenly it's all, wait just one minute, oh, I would like to speak to the manager about the time.
As we prepare to roll the clocks back and end another year's Daylight Saving Time, the grumbling about the dark has already started. A majority of Americans seem to be banking a lot on the promise of how much better life would be if we were not planning on setting the clocks back to Standard Time on November 6. An hour more daylight in the fall and winter evenings would, apparently, cure all our mood issues and, because this is America, make us all more money. I get it. The time change itself sucks. The adjustment period is brutal and can even be dangerous; we all hate it. I'm fully on board with abolishing the practice of time change. But so many people are wrong about what time we should land on. Don't I love daylight? I do! In the spring and summer, where it belongs.
