(Musée d’Orsay, Paris. Photograph: Blogger’s own)
I am peeved by this end of Daylight Savings — the starting end. The bit where we all lose an hour of our lives, in the middle of the night, when nobody’s watching. I feel duped, defrauded and deprived.
In the scheme of things, changing the clocks is no big deal. And it does mean the beginning of many long, late Summer twilights. But at present, I just don’t like being taxed 1/24th of my Sunday, and on a long weekend to boot.
I know — it’s silly. When it comes to illogical mindsets, only one can trounce this irrational October ire: the feeling, six months from now, that we’re somehow being treated with an extra hour.
* “Used as an excuse for losing. Widely used (with serious intent) as an indignant cliché. Apparently coined in 1932 by boxing manager Joe Jacobs when his client, Max Schmeling, lost the world heavyweight title as the result of a controversial split-decision.” — Excerpt from The New Partridge Dictionary of Slang and Unconventional English.
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