We’re back to God’s time as of 2 a.m. this morning.
The flipside is we are down to only enjoying the extra hour for 35 percent of the year. Just one more reason to add to the list of low Congressional approval ratings.
According to the websitewww.nist.gov daylight saving time in the United States begins at 2 a.m. on the second Sunday of March and ends at 2 a.m. on the first Sunday of November.
Daylight saving time and time zones are regulated by the U.S. Department of Transportation, not by NIST. However, as an official timekeeper for the United States, NIST observes all rules regarding DST when it distributes time-of-day information to the public.
It seems fairly universal in my discussions with people that the year has gotten away from us. Where the first 10 months went is a mystery to me. Now we’re in the home stretch, and Sarah is already asking what I want for Christmas.
The only member of the family unfazed by all of this is the dog.
She has expressed no concern about the time change, the change in seasons, the leaves falling or the approaching holiday seasons.
Thanksgiving is late this year and there is much being written in the retail press about how shopping patterns will impact the economy.
It seems to me if the same energy being put into predicting how things will go combined with the amount of time people spend on Facebook while at their jobs we could add almost 2 or 3 percentage points of gain to our Gross Domestic Product.
Yes, we would all have much less useless, uninformed information and timely delivery of videos of cats being tickled, but the engine of the economy would purr like a kitten, maybe even a Ferrari.
We had a friend of the company in town this week in the research business who discussed at one point the claim by Facebook of now having 2 billion users.
As we contemplated the stunning breadth of its reach, we agreed the only things to compare to it in the history of (and impact on) humanity are the Sun and the Moon and the stars. Did we miss anything? Think about it.
What if we had a holiday from social media for a month? Kind of the way the French take their vacations. A sabbatical if you will from the relentless pursuit of nonsense. We would still have email and texting and major league sports. Just less of what is truly less.
I’ve mentioned recently my sense of gratification about not being on Facebook any more. It reminds me a little of Yogi Berra’s great quote about a popular restaurant, “Nobody goes there anymore; it’s too crowded.”
To Mr. and Mrs. Stewart Smith, Mazel tov!