Great, we could sleep one hour more, but suddenly, it’s getting dark at 18.
Great we have one hour more of sun on the morning, but instead of being pitch black when starting to commute to work it’s just still dark and by the end of November it’ll be pitch black anyway.
I hate the concept of Daylight Savings Time. It’s such a “Baby formula: Now with even more lead!” solution to a problem that shouldn’t exist in the first place.
The table is a little bit too far South, it’s kind of difficult to walk around the table because the wall is too close. So we’ll lift the roof off with a crane, suspend the table from a sophisticated set of guy wires, tear down the house around it, and then painstakingly reinstall the house 16 inches to the South so that there’s room between the wall and the table.