Most of my life, on the Monday after we changed the clocks in the spring I’d hear people complain about how tired they were in the morning, how their body hadn’t adjusted yet, how they should still be in bed.
And I always thought “what a bunch of wusses”". It’s only an hour, and you had Sunday to adjust. I never got why people thought their body clock should have such an effect.
Now I know. And now I know why I didn’t know then.
See, for most of my life I was a drunk. So on that first Monday morning of daylight savings time, like every other morning of my life, I had only one of two feelings. Either (most likely) I drank too much the night before, and so I was hungover and felt like shit. Or, I didn’t drink anything the night before, and so I was feeling all spunky and wonderful like I always did on my rare non-hangover days. (I was also pretty much guaranteed to get good and ripped later that night, seeing as how I would need to celebrate feeling so good.)
The only exception to this rule were the amphetamine years, where of course Monday I felt like anybody would who had been snorting speed instead of sleeping since the previous Thursday.
So you can see why having my wake-up call moved by an hour was only kind of a blip in the full panoply of abuses competing for hunting rights to my brain cells.
This year, though…no booze, no speed, not even any psych meds any more. And you know what? I was sleepy. At 8am standing in the breakfast taco line, I felt like I should still be in bed. I felt like my body hadn’t adjusted yet.
Ain’t it cool? I’m becoming healthy. I’m becoming a wuss about sleep like the rest of you normies.
In slightly related news, today was session #3 on the tattoo, at 9am. Poor Chris wasn’t adjusted to the time change either, so we didn’t get rolling until after 10. He filled in more of the waves up the back of my arm and around the back to the inside. I’ll post pictures as soon as I can get Gina to take some. The pictures I posted back in February look pretty lousy compared to how it looks now, all cleaned up with some shading in it.
Daylight Savings
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you know they don’t do daylight savings time in Tanzania?…it’s kinda weird…but the sun comes up at the same time everyday no matter what the season, so I guess it’s another thing to add to the list of why I love it here. Although I don’t know how to adjust to the missing extra hour that always falls on halloween weekend.
Hey…I’m heading home in two weeks…you’ll have to console me.
Huh. I guess if you’re near the equator Daylight Savings time doesn’t really make a lot of sense, does it.
Learn something new every day.
But you could have Northern Hemisphere ex-pat parties where everybody oversleeps by an hour just to remind themselves of home.