I got a kick out of Mr. Pollak's column Saturday. I could be the woman he's talking about who cannot adapt to Daylight Saving Time and whines a lot. It's not much better for me in the fall. I hate having myself, my clocks and the people around me disoriented for two to three weeks every six months. It is all a very artificial change, one that my dogs don't acknowledge, and another example of how humans have to mess with the natural pattern of things.
Different people feel differently about Daylight Saving Time.
She's been working hard since November to get up when called and get ready on her own each day. Today is a tough one for her. My husband is happy because he got to reset the clocks this time. He now knows I didn't add a couple of minutes to get him going in the morning. My sister in-law will be pleased tonight when it is light later for her to take her walk.