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Take THAT Daylight Savings Time!
March 10, 2008

Well, well, well, Daylight Savings Time. You thought you were pretty hot stuff when you bested me last Fall. Didn’t you? What happened yesterday, big guy? What’s that? I got the better of you this time around? Bet your spring-forward-fall-back butt I did!

No doubt, you’ve bested me more times than I’d like to admit. The time I lost an entire day in college because of you comes to mind. But that’s all in the past, my friend. This year, I got you. I got you good.

My family said I was crazy when I moved my clocks forward five months ago. “You’re not supposed to do that until sometime in March,” they told me.

“I’m not letting Daylight Savings Time get the better of me again,” I told them. “With a five month head start, I’m pretty sure I’ll be acclimated by the time March rolls around.”

And guess what? I did get acclimated before March. In fact, it only took me four months to get used to the new time.

Oh sure, there were occasions during those first four months where I questioned the wisdom in having my clocks one hour ahead of the rest of the world. I kept getting to work one hour early. We don’t get overtime, so that wasn’t good.

And I kept missing my favorite shows on television. When you turn on the TV expecting to watch The Office and you instead see Judge Judy, well… it makes you question your life’s decisions.

And I missed a few dates, too. We’d agree to meet somewhere at 7:00. I’d show up seven o’clock, which was really six o’clock, not be able to locate my date, and next thing you know I’m leaving her an angry 12-minute voice mail message that inevitable ends with my sobbing, “whatever I did wrong… I’ll fix it.”

But all that was worth it on Sunday morning, when I woke up on time for church. While everyone else in the world was lamenting the lost hour of sleep, I simply smiled.

“Did we lose an hour sleep last night,” I rhetorically asked. “I didn’t even notice.”

What’s wrong, Daylight Savings Time? Feeling down? You’re not going to cry are you? Is the big baby going to cry? It won’t make you any less of a… whatever you are… if you cry.

Score one for “The Kev.” Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Daylight Savings Time. You mess with the bull, you get the horns!

Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to get ready for the Fall and set my clocks back one hour…

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