I hate Daylight Savings time.
This is because I like sleep. Sleep is an old, old friend. Sleep’s my buddy. I do not like being deprived of sleep’s muzzy gray presence. James occasionally refers to trying to wake me up as “poking the bear.” However, Daylight Savings time threw me off kilter, so that I laid awake for about two hours, my brain racing through mortality, high school, the afterlife, why you can’t remember pain, etc, until finally falling asleep, whereupon I am woken by the cat (who has no trouble with Daylight Savings Time at all) chewing on my scalp at 8:30. Which is really 7:30.
I like Fall Back, but Spring Forward sucks donkeys.