Spring Forward, Fall Back...

So last week was the return of the whole Daylight Saving Time change for me, after 10 years in Hawaii of not having to think about it one iota.

It's weird, you know, the whole time change-- at least, in the fall. Of course, in the spring, that extra hour of daylight has socio-economic and psychological benefits, like extra hours spent shopping after work, less crime and traffic fatalities, and as Winston Churchill once said, it increases "the opportunities for the pursuit of health and happiness among the millions of people who live in this country."

I, however, am more apt to agree with Robertson Davies, who referred to Daylight Saving Time as, "the bony, blue-fingered hand of Puritanism, eager to push people into bed earlier, and get them up earlier, to make them healthy, wealthy and wise in spite of themselves."

In general, I would wholly support the addition of another hour of darkness in the fall, for I am not much of a daylight person anyway. But this means that it gets dark here at around 5 o'clock, which is usually about the time I get off work. This is all fine and well, but my routine as of late (or the past two weeks here at my temporary full-time position living and working in Palm Springs), is to go home (my parents house) and sit around shootin' the shit for cocktail hour, then leisurely gather 'round the dinner table for supper.

But since last week, I have felt a disturbance in my biological clock. The early onset night is bringing out the wolverine in me. I would howl at the moon, if the parents wouldn't gripe at me about putting the dishes in the dishwasher before I go off for a fresh kill.

No, all the daylight saving time change does for me is make me want to have sex. Like, more than usual.

And it seems there is no sex to be had for a youngish heterosexual single chick living at her parents' house in gay old Palm Springs.

So... that sucks.