The word I want to use is “snuck.” It’s certainly in common usage, but I believe our old English teachers would be aghast at its replacing “sneaked” in written, if not spoken, communication. After all, language evolves (e.g., “he said…” becomes “he goes…” and then “he’s like…”). And it sounds better to say: Daylight Savings Time snuck up on me this year. About time I got to the subject of this blog, right?

I woke up yesterday with no clue that I had lost an hour. There was nothing on the front page of the Sunday newspaper to clue me in, but I think the real problem was that I didn’t see the Saturday paper, which did indeed have a front page notice. (We drove down to Orlando on Friday night, and didn’t return until late Saturday night, so the Saturday paper sat still wrapped and unread … Saw Blue Man Group in Orlando - if you’ve never seen them, you should.)

I was happily cruising through my Sunday morning, ignorant of the fact that I was now one hour behind the rest of the east coast world, at least in my perception, when I read a column in the paper that talked about the impact of DST. I wondered why this was being discussed, questioned if indeed it could be possible that time had advanced without my being properly notified. Well, there are ways to check - computers, cell phones, and cable boxes all automatically update these days, and sure enough, I received electronic confirmation of what had happened. Begrudingly, I gave up that hour and realigned myself with the masses. But I think I probably should have snuck back to bed.

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