The time change twice a year always throw me for a loop. On one end, getting up when it’s still dark in the morning is difficult — and on the other end of the spectrum, having night descend at four in the afternoon seems equally challenging. As long as this country adds or subtracts an hour in the spring or fall, the reasonable option should be for me to attempt to adjust quickly. During the first few days after Daylight Savings Time disappears, it seems that I would naturally get up earlier in the morning — instead I have been lounging in bed as long as before the time change and on some days getting up actually later than I normally would. Furthermore, I am experiencing no guilt. I’m a little smug, feeling like I’m putting one over on time.