Spring Forward . . . .

The time change this past weekend has put me out of sorts this week. I keep telling myself "it is only an hour -- this can't possibly have that much impact on my life." Well I guess it does :) Having grown up in the 70's I certainly remember the long line of cars on the main street outside of our development waiting to get gas at the nearby gas station. I remember my parents feeling fortunate that the license plates on the two family cars were even and odd so that on any given day, they were able to put gas into them. Now that I am in my 40's and seem to struggle more and more with the time change, I am starting to wonder if we really need Daylight Savings Time. Perhaps I should move to Hawaii ... beautiful beaches, sunshine almost every day and they don't participate in Daylight Savings Time.