daylight savings time

I hated daylight savings time as a child. I still hate waking up in the dark and putting my nice warm feet on cold floors. Hate hate hate hate hate. Daylight savings meant that sunrise was arbitrarily yanked an hour further away from the time I got up. I can't blame MDT for the floors, really, but if I could, I would.

Today, I like it. My deep graves shift--9 at night to 7 in the morning--has been miraculously transformed from ten hours to nine.

It still feels like eternity, though.

If I work a dayshift in October, I profit from both time changes. Should this make me feel guilty?