Monday, March 13, 2017 / by Paul Wolfert
SUNDAY, SUNDAY, SUNDAY! marked the annual “spring forward” sleep-robbing occasion: the switch to this year’s Daylight Savings Time.
“Springing forward” may sound like a spirited, energetic exercise, but for Michiganders like me who do our best to keep regular hours, this week it will probably produce, at a minimum, an extra yawn or two. Especially from my kids.
If it sounds as if I’m a bit grouchy about the whole thing, it’s only partially true. I hardly missed the hour between 2 a.m. and 3 a.m. on Sunday.
Intellectually, I know that the hour is actually in the bank: come fall, everyone in Michigan will get the hour back. Without interest, though.
Despite the Daylight Savings enthusiasts’ objections, the way the Earth and Sun naturally cooperate with each other seems perfectly satisfactory. The gradual lengthening of daylight proceeds slowly enough to give everyone in Michigan ample time to adapt without ...