Dear Daylight Saving Time:
Thank you for making us all a little bit crazy by snatching away a perfectly good hour of sleep that I imagine we all would have liked to hold on to. Thank you for confusing everyone with the “s” or no “s” spelling conundrum. (It’s no “s” by the way.)
To the egg and bacon scramble at our favorite local breakfast place — thank you for being hearty and fortifying on such a sleep-deprived morning.
To the lavender-scented laundry detergent — thank you for lulling us into comfortable, afternoon nap-time dreams in our freshly laundered bed sheets.
To coffee — you know what you do, you warrior.
To our smart phone alarm clocks — thank you for automatically accommodating the time change, no questions asked.
To the old-fashioned desk clock we bought for $10 at Target — thank you for confirming that our smart phones actually sprang forward accordingly when we frantically consult you in a moment of feared tardiness at 7:30 a.m.
To Arizona — you go, pal. We all aspire to be you.
To the national system that somehow still perpetuates Daylight Saving Time — we will never understand you. Please think about what you’ve done.
A groggy nation
SIGNED, anya elise