I have much more trouble with “springing forward” than I do with “falling back.” Or so it seems.
Therefore, I am renaming the first week of Daylight Saving Time (DST). It is now called Daylight Confusing Time (DCT).
Last night, I got into bed to read at 8:27 p.m. It felt both like 7:27 p.m. and 11:42 p.m.
Even the cats are victims.
Their automatic food bowl doesn’t know about daylight saving time, so the cats are eating an hour “late.” This picture was taken today at 5:47 a.m. DCT. Their food won’t dispense until 6:30ish DCT. Poor, confused, hungry kitties.
I LOVE the “extra” hour of daylight, but getting used to it is the PITS!
At least the clock in my car is right again. Well, “right” isn’t the correct work. It’s still broken, and keeps gaining time on top of being broken, but now it’s only a little more than 12 minutes fast instead of an hour and a little more than 12 minutes fast.
Yes, I think DCT is a good name for this week. Think it will stick?