Happy I’m not the only one disliking this outdated change…
A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.
After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for ménage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website. And all three offer some of the best romance you can find! Also, once a month, look for Dee’s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity.
Daylight Saving Time
By Dee Knight
I’ll admit it, I’ve never been a fan of Daylight Saving Time. I mean, what is it really? An artificial rearrangement of light hours. For people who work by the dictums of the clock (go to work at the same time every day, winter or summer), DST allows an extra hour of daylight at the end of the work day. But for folks who work by internal clocks (the cows come to the barn to be milked after so many hours in the field), DST really doesn’t provide many advantages—you get up at the same time and finish in about the same number of hours, whether it’s daylight or not.
When hubby and I drove a truck across country, DST always disrupted our schedules for a few days a year. Plus, some states go on DST and others don’t. Some businesses—like (we used to hear) the railroads—don’t use DST. Countries around the world who use Daylight Saving Time don’t go on it or off of it at the same time. Why in the world do we make things more complicated when they don’t have to be? Isn’t life complicated enough as God created it?
Lastly, I just like darkness to be acknowledged naturally. The “day” is roughly 12 hours long. Let’s say 6 am to around 7 pm or so, in the summer. Can’t we just experience twilight and nightfall after that and be happy with it? Seeing daylight when the clock reads 9 pm seems so wrong to me.
Instead of forcing extra daylight by adjusting the clocks so folks can stay outside longer, why don’t we enjoy an earlier darkness as nature intended? Use that extra darkness to cuddle on the sofa or enjoy a game night with your family. Or…put the kids to bed when it gets dark and enjoy a good romance with the one you love? It’s harder to do that with sunlight still streaking through the windows at night!
Dee brings with the the latest of her stories.
Desire Me Again – A Collection released in October in the Anthologies, romance genre.
Sandy Henderson had been a sweet, wholesome girl in her first year of college, sure of herself and totally in love with her high school sweetheart, Tom Pritchard. Then something happened that shattered her dreams, her confidence, her will to live. When she meets Tom again many years later, she resists taking a chance on love because of her secret, but Tom won’t give up on her. On them. Or will he, once she tells him about her past?
(Sandy Henderson meets Tom Pritchard—her high school sweetheart—in the grocery store while she’s in NC to move her mother)
“Dad died last year—”
“I remember. I’m really sorry.”
“Thanks. Mom isn’t really able to stay alone anymore, and she’s agreed to move closer to me. I came ho—back to move her.” She’d almost said that she’d come home. Whitley, North Carolina hadn’t been home for a very long time. Sometimes life here seemed like a dream.
“Ah. I’m going to miss your mom. Not that I saw her all that often.”
“She told me that you would come by every now and again to see if she needed anything. That was nice. She appreciated it, and so do I.”
Tom shrugged. “It wasn’t anything.” He looked into her cart. “You don’t have anything that needs to be refrigerated”—he held up his handbasket—“and neither do I. Want to grab a cup of coffee and catch up? The Whitley Diner is just a couple of doors down and has the best coffee in town. My treat.” He smiled. Sandy had to grab a breath at the sight.
“I really can’t,” she said. “I told Mom I’d be home for lunch. But thanks. Let’s get together before I leave.”
Holding her hand up in the way country people have of saying hello or goodbye, she spun around and headed for the checkout. She hadn’t finished shopping, but she’d come back later. Or maybe she’d head to the Piggly Wiggly over in Petersburg, a few towns over, in order to avoid running into Tom again. Or anyone she knew from her previous life.
Whitley had grown to a town of over forty thousand. How could she have met up with someone she knew in the first week she’d been back? And Tom, of all people.
Getting her mother packed and on the road to Idaho couldn’t happen soon enough.
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