Good morning, readers. Recently in the news the conversation about eliminating the routine of Daylight-Saving Time every spring and fall. Here are my nickels worth.

Here we go again—Daylight Saving Time. That twice‑a‑year ritual where we all pretend moving the clock forward or backward somehow gives us more control over the sun. Every March and November, we do this little dance, and every time I find myself wondering who, exactly, we’re trying to fool. The sun certainly isn’t paying attention to our clocks. No matter what, there is only 24 hours in a day.

Still, there’s something almost ceremonial about it. The moment you change the time, you feel the shift. Mornings get brighter or darker, evenings stretch or shrink, and suddenly the rhythm of the day feels just a little off. It’s like someone nudged the world a half‑step sideways.

The funny thing is, everyone has an opinion about Daylight Saving Time. Some people love the longer evenings. Others grumble about losing an hour of sleep. And then there are those who swear their pets never recover from the disruption. (Honestly, I think the pets handle it better than we do.)

For me, the beginning of Daylight Saving Time always feels like a gentle nudge toward the warmer months. A reminder that summer is out there warming up in the bullpen. The days stretch a little longer, the light lingers a little later, and the foothills start to glow in that late‑day gold that makes you want to sit on the porch just a few minutes more.

But it also makes me think about time itself—how we measure it, how we chase it, how we try to control it even though it moves with or without our permission. Maybe that’s why this little clock‑changing ritual feels so human. We’re trying to shape the day to fit our lives, even if only by an hour.

President Franklin D. Roosevelt instituted year-round “War Time” DST from February 9, 1942, to September 30, 1945, for energy conservation and it has been around since. Just because of the simple fact that there are only 24 hours in the day I could never understand or agree with Daylight Savings Time.

How do you feel about Daylight Saving Time? Love it, hate it, or just tolerate it?
Share your thoughts below—I always enjoy hearing how others navigate this twice‑a‑year shuffle.