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Daylight Saving Time

“How did it get so late so soon?”

— Dr. Seuss

Just an observation this week, my friends, but it seems as though time is still just scurrying by. I know I've pointed this out earlier, but it feels like I was just complaining about the State Fair and here we are in the midst of spring. Well a sort of spring anyway. I mean, one day it's sunny and mild and the next day I have to gas up the snowblower. While the temperatures may not be hopping up quite yet, time is making a leap forward, and in keeping with the idea of time going by in blink, today we'll be skipping an hour entirely.

But this movement in time makes me wonder; where does that lost hour go? If this is truly daylight saving who gets to spend those lost 60 minutes? I do know that Oprah hosts a show on 60 Minutes, which might give you pause, but she is a rich and powerful woman who is known for giving things away, so I can't quite see her hording my leftover moments.

In all seriousness though I hate daylight saving time, because you may or may not know this about me, but I am a bit of a collector when it comes to clocks and watches, so the only thing this practice means to me is that I'll be running around the house rewinding and resetting all my timepieces. Do you have any idea how long it takes to change the faces on a dozen or so clocks and watches? Me neither, because I don't record myself, but I'll bet it'll take at least an hour which seems to go against the point of savings entirely.

So now I've lost time in the morning, and I'll be wasting time this afternoon. When am I ever suppose to break even? The strangest thing of all about these forced moves of the hands on the dial is that Florida is currently considering not even recognizing daylight saving time, which just seems like a human resource disaster waiting to happen. Put it this way, let's say you're working at the Chattahoochee State Park in Georgia. You clock in at the North Station at 8:15 a.m. but as soon as you drive south down the Timberline Road, you enter Florida and it immediately becomes 7 a.m. At this point, are you late for work or are you now early for your shift?

If that little experiment didn't make your head spin let's say you start your day on the south slope instead, when you get to the northern trail are you now late for work? I'm worried this whole back and forth of the hands is going to end up giving my grandfather clock carpal tunnel. I'd love to debate this topic further, but, ironically, my time has run out.

Auburn native Bradley Molloy's column appears here each Sunday. He can be reached at lovonian@hotmail.com

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