Pharrell Williams – Happy
It might seem crazy what I’m ’bout to say
Sunshine she’s here, you can take a break
Happy Daylight Saving Time! This is my absolutely most favorite day of the year! More than Thanksgiving. More than Christmas. From the day we have to set the clocks back in the fall until today, I am a grumpy, despondent person. Now, I can breathe again. I am a room without a roof and I can see the freaking sun still there in the sky!!
I know a lot of people hate switching their clocks. I get it. But you’ve been led astray. The problem isn’t DST, it’s standard time. What you hate is that slightly jet laggy feeling some people have for a day or two. Do you hate that it’s still light out when you get home from work? Probably not. You see, if we never switched the clocks back in the fall in the first place, we would have had all of this daylight, all of this time! We wouldn’t have had to suffer in darkness all of these months. Yeah, it’s dark in the morning but in the depths of winter, it doesn’t matter. There’s no consolation that the sun comes up at 5 a.m. instead of 6 a.m. because you’re asleep either way (or, if you’re not, what are you doing waking up that early?). But the fact that sunset would be at 5:30 instead of 4:30? Huge. That’s huge!
Yes, I’m not a morning person and I work in a windowless office, I hate winter with every fiber of my being and all of the darkness. Today marks winter’s death knell. The bell tolls for you, winter, get your sorry, frozen ass out of here! We are ready for warmer, longer days.
And don’t even start about your hour of sleep. Please. If you really can’t handle a simple hour, then please go to bed an hour earlier the night before. Or try this. Don’t move the clocks forward when you go to bed, wait and do it when you wake up. You woke up at 7 a.m. this morning? No! You actually slept in until 8 a.m.! See how that works?! It’s all good.
Why do we keep these stupid farmer’s hours anyway? We are no longer an agrarian nation. Why on earth does the bus for the high school kids roll past my house at 6:30 a.m.? That’s barbaric. We do not need to wake up in the wee hours of the morning to get the milking done before the poor cows are ready to burst. I have been informed by my children that their friends eat dinner at the geriatric hour of 5:30 p.m. and they all think our dinner time of 6:30 (ok, sometimes it’s more like 7, or 7:30) is very late. It’s called continental. Or urban. You would never catch anyone in New York City eating dinner at 5:30.
So please, don’t hate Daylight Saving Time because it’s beautiful, love it for the extra daylight it just gave you. Love the beginning of the end of winter.