Once again, time has shifted. All the clocks I’ve been ignoring for months are correct once again (or just a couple minutes off instead of an hour and a couple minutes off). The sun rises later, it sets later, and everyone is struggling to adjust our perceived notions of time to fit the new path the sun is charting through the various hours of our days. It is not a pleasant experience. It is even less pleasant of an experience when you are awake for it as I was this weekend. Turns out that having a lot going on does not mix well with the bevy of negative feelings I’ve been struggling with lately and it creates a degree of dissastifaction that makes it difficult to fall asleep. So I did not get a lot of sleep that night (nor did I get much sleep last night as my soul casts about for something to feel about anything other than the constant grinding negativity in all its various little flavors) and now I’m struggling to deal with waking up “earlier” than usual even as I struggle to fall asleep at a currently reasonable hour much less one that used to be earlier than it currently is. My entire sleep schedule and sense of time is already messed up from months of not sleeping well, so throwing an hour shift into the mix is just making it work. I really hope I can get this sorted out sooner rather than later since I’m not sure how much more of this I can take…

DST, if you’re unfamiliar, was once a groundbreaking initiative meant to help laborers have a bit more sunlight for their days. By shifting the clocks, we could maximize the amount of sun light during times that people would be awake. A great idea. Once. Now, in this age of heavy aritificial lighting, massive window-less buildings, and works hours entirely decoupled from the day/night cycle, all it really does is mess us and our time-dependent pets up. There’s been a lot of initiatives in the US to get rid of it entirely, but none of them have taken off. Parts of Canada recently decided that this, the “spring forward” of 2026, would be the last time they changed their clocks, and I’ve got to admit I’m more than a little jealous of them. All of the US initiatives, despite broad bipartisan support, have stalled in either the house or the senate because the person in change simply refused to bring them to the floor. After all, it wouldn’t be contemporary US politics if descrete bills got passed. Everything has to get crammed into a budgeting bill. Except, of course, all the bullshit fluff resolutions to make Trump feel like he’s doing something while he and his sycophants slowly destroy the world. And since you can’t do something horrible by getting rid of Daylight Saving Time, no one in power cares enough about it to do something and it’s too niche for anyone to use as a bargaining trip in those budget bills, so the US government continues to fail to do anything useful for anyone.

Which means I must adapt. I’ve got to adjust to the new position of the sun, my maladjusted appetite, and whatever parts of my sleep issues crop up in response to things being an hour off. I’m sure some of them, somewhere somehow, will find a way to make my life more difficult and my sleep less restful than it already is, but there’s nothing I can do about that now that I’m not already doing for my normal sleep problems. All I can do is keep trying to go to bed at what the clock tells me is a reasonable hour and get out of bed as soon as I can after my alarm goes off. Which is sometimes an hour or two after it goes off. It’s difficult to want to get up and face the day when you’ve gotten maybe two hours of sleep, so you lay in bed for a while, constantly telling yourself that you’re about to get up, until you force yourself out of bed two hours after your alarm clock went off as a result of the sheer frustration that if you’d just set your alarm two hours later, you’d have gotten four hours of sleep, coupled with the knowledge that you still probably would have still spent two hours laying in bed and just been very late for work instead of at least sort of on time. One of my least favorite habits, even if it doesn’t show up every day.

I should maybe start calling these start-of-the-week post “Myopic Mondays.” I rarely have anything positive to say on them and what was supposed to be a sort of personal status update has just been me pointing out the check-engine light every single day. That’s not a status update, that’s just a neon sign lazily blicking it’s message out into the world over and over again. I wish I knew how to reset all this. I wish that I had any belief that the hour shift would contribute to me reseting like it once did. Everything just gets worse these days, so it’s difficult to approach even my sleep problems with anything resembling positivity. It’s difficult to approach any part of life with positivity because I feel like I’ve either got my head buried in the sand our else I’m getting my skin sand-blasted off by The Horrors as they unceasingly unfold out in the world at large. My government just murdered a bunch of poeple in an unsanctioned war and is now saying that everything is fine, actually, mission accomplished, because the stock market dipped a tiny bit. They, and most of the news media, can’t even half-ass-give-a-shit about bombing a school, but the instant the economy so much as twitches all of a sudden it’s time to try to fix things. Ghoulish. How the hell am I supposed to sleep soundly in a world like this one?