Time Driven
Over my many years I doubt I’ve spent much time worrying about the whipsaw effect of daylight savings time as we sprang forward and fell back. I simply endured them. But this year feels different. I’ve grown accustomed to going to bed at 9:30, like a child I suppose, and being of an advanced age, I am less supple, both physically and mentally. My body, tuned to the rhythm of the spring clock, is out of step with the fall clock. What was once 9:30 is now 8:30, and I await sleepily to hit the sack.
I suppose I could just give in and go to bed whenever I feel tired enough to do so, but I’ve been told of the importance of a schedule for proper sleep and continuing good health. I want the latter so I’m all about the schedule. Although, I wonder if being slave to a clock is a good idea. Maybe I should just sleep when I’m sleepy and let the chips fall where they may, come spring or fall.
Of course, my smart phone and watch might have other ideas. They seem to be all about the clock. In fact, my mother, the phone, tells me when it’s bedtime, and my watch tracks my sleep. So, if I really want to go au natural with sleep I’d probably have to ditch my technology, and brother would that be hard. So, I guess I’m left to gripe a bit, endure, and go with the flow, knowing full well my body will eventually adjust to the dictates of the local clocks because there are some things you just can’t fight.