So, Daylight Saving Time went into effect today — two weeks earlier than normal.
It really threw me for one. It was my turn to work weekend duty, which means you have to get to work at 6:30 a.m., something that’s nowhere near on my schedule.
It had to be the worst weekend other than Christmas to get.
When I woke up Sunday morning and the alarm clock read 5:55 a.m., I was only five hours removed from when we set the clocks ahead an hour. So, I actually woke up at 4:55 a.m.
This particular turn of events has me thinking of Daylight Saving Time more than usual.
And it makes me wonder: Why don’t we call it Daylight Savings Time?
That’s how we say it, anyway. “Savings” not “saving.”
Why not spell it like we say it? Because we have to be official?
Or maybe we should just get rid of it, at least on the weekends I have to work.