On Sunday we go through the ritual of changing over to Standard Time. Spring water, fall down, as the saying goes – or something like that. It always seems perfectly ridiculous to think that somehow we “save” an hour when all we’re really doing is moving it around.
It’s even worse if you have friends or colleagues in Europe, which left daylight time last week. This week and this week only there were six hours between St Paul and Frankfurt instead of the usual seven. Next week it’s back to normal.
All this messing with the clocks only proves how artificial the whole idea of time is. Perhaps we’re better off with one time across the globe.