Daylight Savings Time blues

Does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care?

The words of this old Chicago song rang out in my head Sunday morning when I was quite sure that the time had changed due to Daylight Savings Time ending, but then was unsure when I realized the time on my phone had not changed.

We were in a hotel in Ankeny and were to be at a basketball tournament by 9:30 a.m. I checked Google on my phone and I read that daylights savings time was not to give way to Standard Time until the following week.

Had I told my husband and college kids, who were going to meet us at my son Austin's tournament, the wrong date? Would we all be late in arriving to the event because I changed the clock an hour back on the wrong day and told them to do so as well? I was a little worried and cautiously woke my husband up to tell him I may have been wrong (for the first time in my life!) and that we may need to have to hurry a little bit that we were an hour behind schedule.

I went to the lobby to check the clock there and apparently they don't really care about the time as the clock was stopped at 11:50 (which would be past check out time!) I asked someone in the kitchenette getting breakfast if the time had changed and she said it didn't change until Sunday. "Oh, it is Sunday," she said. "I guess the time changed already. I need to go back to bed. It's too early to be up!" she added, and left.

I confirmed my assumption by checking on the computer in the lobby and at about the same time I noticed that my phone time had also changed. Offda!

The fall time change always throws me off. I am ready to go to sleep at 9 p.m. or sooner and wake earlier than my alarm's ringing wide awake. I also am ready to eat lunch by 11 a.m. and then I am hungry again in mid afternoon because I ate too early. Guess if I was a bear and preparing for hibernation, that would be ok - haul in as much food as I can in a short amount of time - but I am not so shouldn't be eating that often.

What I do hate about the fall time change is that it gets dark so early (I am sure many of you agree.)

We have Benjamin Franklin to thank for this concept of changing the clocks twice a year. You know it was Franklin who penned the rhyme, "Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise." (I don't feel any wiser, Ben. What ya talking about?)

He also felt, I have read, that changing the time, especially in the spring, would save candles which they used for light. But wouldn't they burn more candles in the fall when the time moves back an hour? Whatever. It's something we have to live with twice a year.