Bill's Musings

I’ve always disliked the time change in spring and fall. Of course, in the fall, it’s a bit more palatable because we fall back, thus getting an extra hour of sleep. In this day and age, an hour is precious. But in spring, where we ‘Spring Forward’, and lose that precious hour, it sometimes feels like I’ve lost much more, my sanity amongst the lost items.

Having dealt with autism for the last 18 years, these time changes have wreaked havoc on our family, because Alex and Anne have an internal clock that requires weeks to reset. For years, we’ve collectively suffered through this one hour Spanish IInquisition, showing up for activities one hour early, one hour late, or on one memorable occasion, one week late. It took a while to live that one down.

This change has led to sudden sleep. I’d be sitting, minding my own business, when…