Hey kids, what time is it?

Well here we are in Daylight Savings Time. What time is it? Beats me. My internal clock says one thing. My stomach says another thing. And the clock on the wall says something completely different. Who's to say?

I suppose it shows the power of the people, that a few people can get together and decide that they are going to change time for several months out of the year, and then everyone has to go along with it. Because it's the law.

You could rebel and decide not to change your clocks. But would that really be hurting the governing officials, or would it really be hurting you? You would have to figure out how to have your time match other time so that you wouldn't be late everywhere. Or you could just suffer the consequences of being late, which might result in, oh I don't know, dismissal from your employment. Or something like that. And how would you know when Survivor: The Cow Pasture really comes on?

If you are a hermit, which these days is more and more appealing to me, you could get by with not changing time. You could even call it whatever you want. If you want noon to be at 9:36 AM, then so be it. But since most of us aren't hermits, then that's no good either.

So, like lemmings following the tail in front of us that eventually leads us to the cliff of utter and final doom, we march right along, setting our watches and clocks just as we are told to do. I do actually enjoy that my computer, cell phone, and atomic clock set themselves automatically, so that I don't even have to worry about it.

Now I'm just waiting around for the end of October, when we will once again be on God's time.