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Judythe Morgan was an Army brat then Army wife, which means she’s traveled a lot. She’s been a teacher, an antiques dealer, former mayor’s wife, and sometimes-church pianist.
Mommy to an Old English sheepdog named Finnegan MacCool and a Maltese named Buster, there’s always a wild adventure brewing.
Her diverse experiences make her life full, her characters vivid, and her stories authentic and award-winning. Besides fiction, she writes a weekly blog at http://www.judythewriter.com
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Daylight Saving Time
By Judythe Morgan
It’s THAT time again. Time to switch our clocks back an hour and go off DST – Daylight Saving Time which makes me so grumpy twice a year.
One more irritation in a havoc-laden 2020.
That hour we lost in March is gone. Poof, never to be fully regained and certainly not this November when we switch out of DST. Ha! It’s gone forever.
I don’t think I’m alone in being grumpy and anti-DST.
It’s a proven fact the March and November mandated time changes make our body and brain sluggish for weeks. Internal circadian clocks attempt to reset. Our bodies struggle and juggle.
The reason is simple. Our bodily timekeeper is designed to synchronize itself based upon the natural cycles of sunrise and sunset. Not some legislated time ordinance originally designed to make better use of natural daylight.
Statistics confirm real issues with the DST changes. There’s a rise in suicide, a 5% to 15% increased risk of heart attack during the shifting days, and a 24% increase on the day after the big switches. More car accidents, more ER visits following the spring forward or fall back days. Not good, not good at all.
And then there’s this question: do we truly gain daylight? Nope our sun rises and sets the way it always does.
I agree with Katherine Dutro, spokesperson for the Indiana Farm Bureau who says, “It is a gimmick that changes the relationship between ‘Sun’ time and ‘clock’ time but saves neither time nor daylight.”
A Lakotah chief once put it more succinctly: ‘Only a white man would believe that you could cut a foot off the top of a blanket and sew it to the bottom of a blanket and have a longer blanket.’
For those who claim DST saves energy, do they not realize humans use energy 24/7 not just during daylight hours?
Adjusting to the new clock time is so hard. I don’t have small children around anymore, but I remember the struggle when the clock said bedtime and it was daylight outside.
And the mealtime changes? My dogs never adjust. They’re wanting supper at two in the afternoon!
So, to answer your blog topic question, Vivi, how do I feel…can we just get rid of DST and go back to sun time, please?
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Here’s the book Judithe brought with her for us!
Seeing Clearly by Judythe Morgan released in May in the Christian, Mystery, Suspense romance genre.
Ex-cop Dawson McKey is consumed by revenge after a cartel’s bomb kills his twin sons. He trusts no one and vows payback. He refuses to get close to anyone, let alone fall in love again. But widow Evie Parker challenges his thinking. She’s raising her grandson after her only child and his wife die in a suspicious car accident and it’s taking a toll.
Alarms go off in Dawson’s head when Evie receives threatening emails concerning her grandson. Then Evie’s nanny disappears with Evie’s grandson. He knows something is deadly wrong.
Pushed to their limits searching for the toddler, will Dawson and Evie learn seeing clearly is the only way to live and love?
Darkness swirled in Evelyn Parker’s head. Dawson McKey’s voice drifted like a soft light through the blackness. She heard her name, the drone of whispered words, and other sounds she couldn’t identify. It was like trying to thread a needle, blindfolded.
She opened her eyes and reality came crashing through her haze. Hospital. Accident. David and Mandy dead.
A doctor lightly touched her wrist, checking his watch. “You fainted.”
Fainted? She never fainted. Not even three years ago when her husband died in her arms. “I’m fine. Where’s my grandson?”
Tiny bumps pebbled across her neck. Did she already know that answer? Is that why she fainted?
“Why don’t we go in there and talk? I can check that bump.” She searched his face for any sign of hope against the truth she feared.
Dawson, close friend and Parker Industry’s Director of Security, eased his arm behind her back.
Evie sank into the nearest chair. The doctor rubbed the back of her head. She flinched. “Everything looks fine.”
“Great. Now, about Michael, when can I see him?”
Dawson’s large, warm hand covered hers. She wanted to nestle into his heat, lean against his strong body, to hide until all of this went away. She stiffened her spine instead.
Evie planted her flip-flops on the floor with a thud. The clip-clop of the rubber soles boomed in rhythm with her pounding heart.
Dawson slowed his pace to Evie’s stride. He drew deep on years of training to keep his body language relaxed while his senses were on high alert after what the investigating officer told him. A witness reported another car clipped David’s SUV, causing it to careen off the road.
Accident? Not with the gambling debt David Parker had. More likely a deliberate act executed by the cartel.