I just sent this email to my coworker, who wants to go get coffee this morning:
Subject: RE: Coffee Break at 9am?
Time change was hard on me, and I even got up at what used to be 4:30 but they’re now calling 5:30. Everything happening an hour earlier not just than what it used to be, but what it ought to be. So yes, provided all my stumbling continue in the right direction, I can do coffee at what they are now calling 9, but which all right thinkers, enlightened souls, and even God Her- or Himself realizes ought to be 10.
(Mmpf, okay: I’m adamantly opposed to religious fundamentalism of almost any stripe, from Jerry Falwell to Menachim Begin to the Taliban, but if anyone were to try to recruit me, my weak point might be the shifted weekends for daylight savings.)
Come get me. Whenever, really. I may well grumble, but the truth is all my defenses are down.
Seriously, why fix what wasn’t broken? It used to work just perfectly. They didn’t wait so long to change the time in the fall (Halloween, for cryin’ out loud?), and they didn’t “jump ahead” so freakin’ early in the spring …