DST

It's only one hour. Should be no big deal, and, goodness knows, I've cheated myself out of an hour before. So why does this one hour seem like such a loss? And for how many days will it feel this way? I mean, I'm really tired. Need a nap or something.

Daylight Saving Time (not savings). Maybe it's my age. One hour is, after all, one hour. I want all that are coming to me. The deal is that I must wait until late Autumn to get it back.

We, our family, used to struggle with DST because the sun stayed up until nearly 10 p.m., and our children thought they should do the same. Hard to convince them that because the clock said it was their bedtime--and not the sun--they should go to bed.

I have learned that Germany first established DST in 1916, during WWI, to conserve energy. The US followed in 1918.

And all this time I thought it was our deal, something the US did with thought of the benefits to farmers. Or something.