Having *just* gone onto Daylight Savings Time, (after our country's ever
decreasing sojourns on standard time) those who’ve read my posts of yore know
that makes me cranky.
In November 2018 the citizens of the great state of
California voted to stay on Daylight Savings Time permanently. The state that
champions change doesn’t enjoy it as much as you’d think. I know I don’t.
Proposition 7 passed by sixty percent of the voters. But no
matter, because the Federal Uniform Time Act prevents this from happening. Yup.
We can stay on standard time year round, but not on Daylight Savings. So while
I personally do not care which one we stay on, (staying is the operative word for me) seems we can’t stay on DST.
Kvetch, kvetch. There are worse things than twice a year
adjustments. Get over it.
But then, how would I get to experience the ground shifting
discomfort that my fictional characters endure? And what would I have to
complain about on a beautiful California morning?
In the words of my grandmother, (and maybe yours) “You have
to have clouds. Because if every day was sunshine, how would you know how good
it is?”
Adjusting over here.
