Did I promise not to complain about the change from Standard Time to Daylight Savings Time? No, I made no such promise.
This travesty, foisted upon us by some bug collector who wanted more daylight to collect his specimens, wreaks havoc with sleep and productivity. Some researchers now question whether it might increase a person’s risk for a heart attack. Of course, if more people have heart attacks, traffic at hospitals and health care facilities will increase and more prescriptions for various pharmaceuticals will be needed. I’m sure there are one or two economic Einsteins in our fair nation’s capital who are rubbing their hands together with glee right now, thinking how this “business traffic” will influence some marker of the “economic recovery.”
I found a few articles in the mainstream press questioning the logic of messing with a nation’s sleep, but like the implementation of Facebook’s timeline, the fury will quickly fade as some other bright, shiny thing pops up on the virtual horizon. My Facebook news feed has no complaints about the time change today and three articles about the likelihood of an imminent zombie apocalypse.
In a nation obsessed with zombies, I’m sure no one will notice me staggering around the office or face-down at my desk.
I can hear the sounds of one hand clapping right now, so I’d better pound some sunshine.