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Daylight Saving Time Is Meaningless

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The clock turned back an hour early on Sunday morning as I happened to be checking my phone: I was tottering home in the East Village, miserable in my Halloween heels, wishing desperately for nothing other than my soft bed and the warm glow of my laptop. Great, I thought. An extra 60 minutes to berate myself for choosing silver pumps over Doc Martens, another 60 minutes to be too drunk and aimlessly hungry, another 60 minutes to wish for the steady dopamine drip of summer.

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As the winter wears on, and no matter how firmly I attempt to convince myself otherwise, the steady decrease in sunlight is going to be really hard. On the first truly overcast day of September, I lingered in bed well past noon, crying. Looking forward to Christmas helps not at all; the tinsel and decorations and beat-to-death ditties just remind me that I feel slightly too old to enjoy getting gifts. The only pleasure that feels pure anymore comes from making things myself.

Unfortunately, I can’t make the weather change, so I’ll have to console myself with hot cocoa and hot baths and fragrant candles and fat books as soppy flakes hurl past my window. Just remember: linear time is a capitalist construct, and putting the vast void of the universe in context, we’re all going to die in about a minute.

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Contact the author at helenbholmes@gmail.com.

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Blueberrypies

So my cat has this weird habit of waking Mr Pies and me up exactly 2 hours before our alarm. She basically decides it’s time to check on our liveliness, delivered via loving paws in our faces and chirping when we give her sleepy pats. She somehow KNOWS when we plan to wake up. I’m talking 0415 on weekdays for the 0615 alarm, 0730 on weekends for 0930, etc...and this happens with hilarious regularity, so i figure her circadian rhythm is pretty solid, or something?

This article just made me realize: this morning, when she poked me at 0445, I thought nothing of it. We had to get up early for a riding lesson. But...we got that extra hour when the clock rolled back last night. She accounted for the extra hour in her wake-up call.

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