Spring Forward

Yawn...

Daylight savings time begins this weekend, the second Sunday in March, in my native United States and elsewhere. I’m yawning as I type this. Forwarding the clocks an hour usually creeps up like a sneak attack, wreaking havoc on my physiology and household. But while this change won’t happen in the UK where I live until the last Sunday of March, I’m already starting to sense the looming shift. Maybe you are, too?

Think back to this time last year — can you recall being asked to get up an hour earlier, what it felt like, how long it took to recalibrate your internal clock? Oh yeah.

Maybe that’s why the adage “spring forward” is so annoying. Yes, handy for remembering which direction to adjust the clock, but it seems the collective desire to turn the season relates more to much-needed vitamin d than literally springing up and off our sofas — first sun, then action.