Daylight Savings Time—setting the clock ahead an hour--has turned me into a Hobbit. Every day this week, I’ve made like Bilbo Baggins and consumed a second breakfast at eleven a.m. Mind you, eleven a.m. is the new ten, so my hunger's a mystery. Does eating the first breakfast in full darkness not count?
While others complained about the lost hour of sleep last Sunday and the drive to work in total darkness Monday morning, I fantasized about afternoon snacks. Hey, anyone who eats breakfast before noon is hungry again by three.
Don’t worry; I haven’t lost perspective. I know my peckishness, unlike true hunger, is a trifle—a first-world and Middle-earth problem.
How about you? Are you a friend or foe of Daylight Savings Time? Where do you stand on second breakfasts?