It doesn't make a lot of difference to me if the sun rises at 8:15 or at 9:15 on a winter morning, because, let's face it, at that point we are all just trying to survive crawling out of the warm nest of tousled blankets. We're cold, tired and grumpy, and we've got our faces buried in the life support system masquerading as a coffee mug. We don't really notice that it's still dark.
On the other hand, it's a lot less soul destroying to have the sun set at 4:00 PM instead of 3:00 PM.
Plus I would get a lot less fucked up whilst driving through Saskatchewan, and the clock in the urban assault vehicle would not be an hour off for half of the year.
But does anybody listen to me? Of course not. So we're going to have to just suck it up and change every one of those 8,795 clocks in the house on the dot of 2 AM. Sharp.
And in case you forget, here are some dads to remind you: