We lost an hour

I saw something on social media that almost caused me to panic.

For the last few years, our state legislature and even Congress has been batting around the idea of doing away with daylight saving time and standard time. The general consensus has been that the preferred course of action would be to stay on daylight saving time.

I have a problem with that because of how late the sun will come up in December and January. On standard time, the sun peeks over the hill at about 7:45 a.m. Translate that to daylight saving time and the sun won’t be coming up until nearly 9 a.m. I know that whatever is decided, there will be people on both sides of the issue.

But what I saw this morning struck fear into my very soul. The quote read, “That hour we lost, I was going to use to get myself together.”

Suddenly, I grasped the truth that we lose an hour every spring, and every fall we get it back. That is okay; I can handle that. But tell me what happens if they change the time and then we stay on daylight saving time?

We will have lost an hour for the rest of our lives.

One hour, sixty minutes. A whole hour that we will never see again. We will never get it back. I was not ready for that all to hit my brain this morning. I might need that hour sometime. It might be just the time I need to get in shape, buy a lottery ticket or visit a friend.

I don’t know about you, but I am not sure I have enough hours left in my life to be giving one up. I want to hold on to all of the hours I have left.