The Old Blog in the Desert

Daylight Saving Time has returned, like a relative who borrows money and remembers the door code. The ceremony begins at two o’clock Sunday morning—an hour when only burglars, owls, and government planners are awake and thinking clearly.

At that moment, we are to advance every clock in the house by one hour. It is said to save daylight, though no one has ever produced the jar where the surplus gets held.

The official recommendation is simple. Before retiring Saturday night, set your clocks forward one hour. Afterward, I recommend a small improvement to the process: open the nearest window and toss the clocks out of it.

It saves considerable trouble next spring, when the whole enterprise comes creeping back again.