Another Year – And Still We Have Daylight Saving Time

Here were go again.

Heading off to bed, without knowing what time zone we’ll wake-up in.

Because it’s Daylight Saving Time. Even though we’re not saving anything. We lose an hour of sleep. Or are we gaining? I have no clue. I just know twice a year I push or spin the dial on my clocks because at the beginning of the last century, someone said so.

At least it’s a good reminder to check your smoke detectors.

Last year, I wrote how we should abolish the age old idea of DST. It’s archaic. It’s pointless. And I plain just don’t like it. Studies have proven DST do not account for higher productivity. Nor does it help agriculture. Alberta’s planning on turfing DST – private members bill pending.
In 1966, Saskatchewan – the land of John Deere and oats – opted out of Daylight Saving. Saskatchewan didn’t poo-poo daylight saving because it was too complicated. They knew it wasn’t, say, thirteen hours, and they had to find a place for it.

It’s Daylights Saving Time. Not the 2009 Grey Cup. *extra man. cough*

Opting out is the smart thing to do. Manitoba should opt out. Everyone should opt out. Tonight, I refuse to turn my clocks back. I mean ahead. Or whatever. I will sleep until my alarm goes off. I will get out of bed when I want. It’s Sunday. So … whatever. But still, I’m making a stand. While sitting down writing this blog post.

I’m tired of punching buttons on my oven and microwave. And in this day and age, I shouldn’t have to. After Sunday morning at 2 a.m. CT, I’m finished with Daylight Saving.

For at least six months.