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Daylight savings seems like it might have been a good idea back in the day. When your reading light was a candle, it makes sense to wake up earlier and use sunlight to conserve spending money on candles.Today, we still use light bulbs to illuminate our lives and energy conservation is a laudable goal. But we also have TVs, DVRs, computers, refrigerators, air conditioners, ipod chargers, cell phone chargers and a thousand other items that use energy and dwarf the amount of energy specifically used on light bulb-based illumination. There is likely a savings in energy used, but the overall percentage of savings provided by DST is much lower than it used to be (back when ice chests were literally where you kept the ice that was brought by in trucks and the primary energy users were the radio and whatever light bulbs were in the house). One significant downside of DST is the disruption in personal schedules. I wake up feeling like it’s 7:00 only to realise I’m an hour late. I don’t look forward to the week or so it’ll take me to adjust my internal clock, but I have a certain amount of flexibility in my work schedule so it hopefully won’t be that big a deal. On the other end of the spectrum, my two autistic children now have to immediately shift their schedules by an hour. This will disrupt their routine significantly. As a compounding factor, this morning my children’s bus driver missed her scheduled pick up time, so I have a sense of trepidation about how well their school day is going to be because of these two major disruptions in their routine because of the DST change. While I hope the cell phone doesn’t ring until the wife calls me letting me know the kids are home, I am not optimistic. While I don’t think my single personal story is a valid reason to change a national policy, it is a drop in the bucket. With enough drops in the bucket, this will hopefully flood the folks who can make a difference with feedback and have them make a change. Until then, I’ll be sitting here. . . at work. . . tired. . . and fearful of the cell phone ringing.