It's Daylight Saving Time!
No really. Daylight saving time. These guys know. Believe them.
It's not daylight savings time or daylight-savings time or even (though it used to be the case) daylight-saving time. It's daylight saving time. Period. (Just like it's not Paneras, a personal pet-peeve. Why do people pluralize or possessive-ize stores and restaurants?? GAH!)
If you're writing to someone to ask them about a meeting and need to clarify time zone, you're now in EDT if you're on the east coast — Eastern Daylight Time. I think if you're in the state of Indiana, you're still on Eastern Standard Time. When everyone bitches about losing an hour in November with all their "OMG! I hate daylight savings! It's so dark when I leave work!" what they really hate is transitioning back to standard time.
I take a lot of razzing for being OCD about this stuff, but when you've spent as much time as I have editing other peoples' news stories — often with embargo times on them — memorizing minutiae is way easier than looking it up over and over again.
Understanding how to refer to it in writing by no means indicates that I actually LIKE it. It's 6:18 p.m. right now, and I can't even think about dinner. But I'm also exhausted because by the time I finished a Perry Mason binge last night it was 2:30 a.m. according to my body, but 3:30 a.m. on the clock. Then I read a little bit, which put my bedtime somewhere around 4 a.m. EDT. The sunlight streaming through my west-facing living room windows tells me that it's late afternoon, but the clock is all "Ha ha, sucker! It's EVENING now!" It'll take me at least a week to get my body back on anything resembling a schedule.
That being said, today does mark the end of my least favorite time of year. Not being a morning person means I spend most of my non-work standard time waking hours in the dark. I'm already looking forward to getting the porch furniture out in a few months and logging serious porch swing/Kindle time. Baseball season begins in just a few weeks. All my favorite beers generally hit the stores sometime in early May. I'm even thinking of buying a bicycle this summer so I can try my luck at riding some (easy, flat) trails in the area to enjoy the great outdoors a little bit more.
All that has to wait a bit, since we're supposed to get slammed with snow this week. But now that it's daylight saving time, summer seems all that much closer. It's waiting right over there. You can almost hear it talking to you. What's that, summer?
It says it wants you to spell daylight saving time correctly.
If you're writing to someone to ask them about a meeting and need to clarify time zone, you're now in EDT if you're on the east coast — Eastern Daylight Time. I think if you're in the state of Indiana, you're still on Eastern Standard Time. When everyone bitches about losing an hour in November with all their "OMG! I hate daylight savings! It's so dark when I leave work!" what they really hate is transitioning back to standard time.
I take a lot of razzing for being OCD about this stuff, but when you've spent as much time as I have editing other peoples' news stories — often with embargo times on them — memorizing minutiae is way easier than looking it up over and over again.
Understanding how to refer to it in writing by no means indicates that I actually LIKE it. It's 6:18 p.m. right now, and I can't even think about dinner. But I'm also exhausted because by the time I finished a Perry Mason binge last night it was 2:30 a.m. according to my body, but 3:30 a.m. on the clock. Then I read a little bit, which put my bedtime somewhere around 4 a.m. EDT. The sunlight streaming through my west-facing living room windows tells me that it's late afternoon, but the clock is all "Ha ha, sucker! It's EVENING now!" It'll take me at least a week to get my body back on anything resembling a schedule.
That being said, today does mark the end of my least favorite time of year. Not being a morning person means I spend most of my non-work standard time waking hours in the dark. I'm already looking forward to getting the porch furniture out in a few months and logging serious porch swing/Kindle time. Baseball season begins in just a few weeks. All my favorite beers generally hit the stores sometime in early May. I'm even thinking of buying a bicycle this summer so I can try my luck at riding some (easy, flat) trails in the area to enjoy the great outdoors a little bit more.
All that has to wait a bit, since we're supposed to get slammed with snow this week. But now that it's daylight saving time, summer seems all that much closer. It's waiting right over there. You can almost hear it talking to you. What's that, summer?
It says it wants you to spell daylight saving time correctly.
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