How about this for a dorktastic graphic? Thanks Climateprogress.org.
As I dragged my sorry ass out of bed this morning I was hit with a crushing sense of doom. It wasn't, was it? It couldn't possibly be THAT DAY? Could it? The day where an evil little troll king steals an hour of precious time from me and makes the Monday workday arrive one hour sooner? But it was - Daylight Savings Time.
As I floated arount the blogosphere, anxious to find another person who dreads this day like I do, all I could find were people who were nattering on about how there would be more sunshine and it would stay light longer. Geez, what a bunch of happy horseshit! We're one hour closer to work here people! Don't you feel it? One hour closer to getting the hairy eyeball from my batshit crazy coworker. One hour closer to having to attend a meeting that I would prefer dental surgery over. One hour closer to some halfwit in the cafeteria making me a chicken sandwich and trying to grab a bun for the sandwich without changing his raw chicken juice covered gloves.
Why am I the only person that feels utterly robbed and on this day? I can tell you this much, along with the ever nearing work day, "Spring Ahead" day is like firing the starting pistol for another opressively humid Long Island summer. We will have maybe 20 days of gorgeous spring weather and then Mother Nature will abruptly rip the rug out from under our feet and go into full-on menopause, svitzing like a crackhead on COPS. She will pour on the heat and humidity in short order. The kind of heat and humidity where you break a sweat walking from the shower to the sink and feel like you have to shower again. It makes me bitter. It makes me cranky. It makes me somewhat difficult to live with (impossible to believe, I know) .
So now it begins - the longest countdown of the year - the countdown to my favorite day of the year - Fall back. Anybody have a time machine they can lend me? My family would so SOOOO grateful if you did.