Monday (Losing an hour) edition: Wha’ Happened?
Posted on March 9th, 2009 – 8:05 AMBy Michael Rand
There was a lot of gloom and doom talk in the days leading up to this weekend as people girded up their loins for the catastrophe of “losing an hour of sleep” that allegedly accompanies the annual ritual of daylight savings in March that causes us to “spring forward.” Two becomes three. Seven becomes eight. Whatever shall we do?! Imagine the RandBall Better Half’s surprise, then, when we announced early Saturday that we were not, indeed planning on losing an hour of sleep but rather intending to “lose an hour of bull-[redacted].”
And, true to our word, we did not miss a wink of sleep. In fact, we slept more than we had in many nights (something like nine hours). What we missed, instead, was the dead hour Sunday morning during which few people really do anything. The hour of bull-[redacted]. To paraphrase “Office Space,” though, we wouldn’t say we missed it! And it made us think about just how much precious time people really do waste every single day. And then we started to think how great it would be to know if a particular event (sporting or otherwise) was really going to be worth your while.
And then we had all sorts of high-minded thoughts about how nobody should waste time because it’s really all we have. It’s something we really believe in, though sometimes we forget about it while checking Facebook or watching a rerun of Frasier. After that, we started to get really excited about the fall, when we would not be gaining an hour of sleep but rather gaining an hour of awesome, when we would do all sorts of outstanding things with that extra hour: finally learn how to play guitar, maybe go for a run at sunrise, all sorts of terrific ideas.
But finally, we thought about how that hour of awesome, while in itself awesome, would merely cancel out the hour we lost this past Saturday watching the Gophers men’s basketball team in the second half against Michigan.
Fasola-link! Like eating 60 Big Macs a day.




