I love daylight savings. Last night, I got home from my Speech and Debate tournament a few minutes before ten, and spent more than an hour describing the tournament to Mom and Dad. I spent more time talking about the resolution from the final debate (which my partner and I won) than I did actually debating it.
Then I woke up at half past seven, and discovered that thanks to that extra hour in the middle of the night, I got plenty of sleep. I wasn't the only one to be happy to start the day early. We went out for breakfast and a languorous hike in Forest Park, and got home before noon. Dad booked our Thanksgiving break trip, and did yard work, and Cy and I finished up our homework before two. It is amazing how much one extra hour, an extra hour very few people even experience, adds to a day. It feels like today was two, or three, times as productive as the typical day; not an extra one twenty-fourth.