Time to stop moving the time around

Given my druthers on time, I'd rather fall back an hour than spring ahead.

But the seasons will soon change, and with that change comes the one harbinger of spring that I dread: changing the clocks. I hate losing that one glorious hour of sleep that I've come to love since we changed the clocks back an hour last fall.

My grandfather used to say that the easiest thing he did all day was get out of bed in the morning. He did not pass that trait down to me.

I struggle with time, and changing it around for no apparent reason wreaks havoc with my system.

Supposedly, the time change was initiated in 1918 for a variety of reasons. Among them was a way to establish conformity in scheduling the railroads, as well as an overall way to make better use of the daylight hours.

Over the years, there have been explanations ranging from energy conservation to crime elimination. Lame excuses, all.

I don't like being ruled by the clock.

Rebel that I am, I went for years never wearing a watch. I didn't want to rely on what that little timepiece said for what I was to do next. Truth be told, I was never late for any appointments during that time.

In fact, the "body clock" I'd heard so much about over the years did begin to work. I knew when I was hungry. I could sense when I was ready to leave work for the day and when I needed to be at work. I even got to the point I knew how long I needed to stay at one appointment before moving to the next to keep my day flowing.

Admittedly, I never got to the point I've heard some people achieve of being able to wake themselves up at a particular hour every day. I still needed an alarm for that, but one clock for a 24 hour period wasn't bad.

When my children came along, I am sad to admit, I bought a watch. There were too many schedules to track for my body clock to be on top of all of them.

By the time they were old enough to rule their own schedules, I'd gotten used to the watch on my arm. Admittedly I enjoy it more as a fashion statement than a guardian of time, but it's there to this day.

And now, I have to remember to change it. And with that, to change the clock in my car. And adjust the clock on my kitchen wall. And then I need to re-set my alarm clock.

I have to remember a lot of things. I have to wake up earlier, even though my body tells me I really need that one more hour of sleep.

I need to remember to eat at a different time, regardless of when my body tells me I'm hungry.

It's really more than a simple person can stand. Admittedly, I am a fan of choosing one time, and sticking to that.

Yet last night as I was sleeping peacefully, those crazies that rule time said that all clocks should be forwarded one hour. So for today, and probably tomorrow, I'll be draggin' my wagon as I move from task to task.

But what does that mean for you, dear reader?

If you've forgotten that Daylight Saving Time is upon us, you'd better get moving. You're already running an hour behind. And that means that unlike my grandfather, getting up this morning will not be the easiest part of your day.