Springing Forward

It's Daylight Savings Time here, and I must say I don't care for the transition.

I need to be at work around 8:30 - when my body still knows it's 7:30.

And... isn't the name a misnomer? I didn't save an hour. I gave away a blissful hour of snooze.

Daylight Savings Time
is a truth-in-labeling crime.

In fact, an hour is lost
at a deep sleepological cost.