Daylight Savings Time

I come to announce my opposition to Daylight Savings Time in the strongest possible terms.

I see no valid reason to let it continue. It is fundamentally disruptive of every aspect of life, with only antiquated agrarian benefits to show for it. We no longer need it. It’s completely unnecessary. It’s intrusive, maddening, and worse than worthless.

It is time for it to die.

There’s more to it than just the mere inconvenience of having to reset every clock and rearrange the schedule. Biologically, it wreaks havoc on a family of young children. Infants that used to go to bed at 8:00 now find themselves being put to bed at 7:00, and they don’t understand it. Their bodies refuse to participate. It takes weeks to acclimate young children to the new schedule. Those are weeks where babies wake up an hour earlier or later than their supposed to, and there’s nothing we can do about it.

Why? Why is this allowed to continue?

I know that in an agricultural society, extra daylight is a valuable thing. But that society is several generations removed from where we are now. For decades, technology has allowed farmers to normalize their work times regardless of the length of the days. Why do we allow this relic to disrupt our daily lives?

Mrs. Cornell stumbled on research that suggests that heart attacks increase by 6% the day after Daylight Savings Time.

This didn’t affect me as much as it usually does, however, because I stayed home from church with my sick son, who napped while I did. A nap is the closes thing to heaven on earth. I’m not sure if this would work if I tried it every week, but I feel much more in tune with the divine after one long afternoon nap than I usually do after a day of church.

In saying this, though, I know I am out of step with the Psalmist, who wrote “Love not sleep, lest thou come to poverty.” He’s got me pegged. I’m quite the sleep lover. And I’d probably be a lot wealthier if I snoozed less. But that being the case, is it so wrong to protect what little sleep I have? There are so many, many sources of stress in our lives. Why do we arbitrarily create more of it?

If anyone has a persuasive argument that this archaic practice ought to continue, I’m willing to hear it. Otherwise, I could be easily persuaded to take another nap.

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