Thoughts about DST

Daylight Savings Time began today. Each Spring, I curse the practice of setting clocks ahead by an hour. Most people would agree that losing an hour isn't all that pleasant a practice, but most people say things like, "It deprives me of an hour of sleep." Well, it doesn't deprive me of any sleep, since I will just sleep to an hour later than I normally would have. For me, I despise the changing of the hours for one simple reason: I have a LOT of clocks.

I hadn't realized precisely how obsessive I am amout time until I had to set my clocks. My apartment is decently sized, but isn't a mansion by any means. Yet, when I woke up this morning and went around my apartment to set my clocks forward by an hour, I realized that I have more clocks than a normal person probably ought to need.

The grand total? There are sixteen timepieces in my apartment. Now, given that I only have 4 rooms (not counting my short 6 foot hallway or the bathroom), that's an astounding 4 clocks per room.

And to think that just the other day, I was wondering whether it would be too ostentatious for me to check on prices for a stand-up grandfather clock (which I think would look fabulous with my furnishings).