Ah, the harmonic convergence of April Fool’s Day and the beginning of Daylight Saving Time (and if anyone wants to quibble over the spelling of that term, I say bring it on). It’s an especially difficult time if you live in Indiana.
Last summer, we moved from Arizona, a non-DST state, to New Mexico, which observes the biennial semi-annual change-all-the-clocks ritual. It’s been seven years since we dealt with the headaches of Daylight Stupid Time. Glad I don’t have to deal with a commute on Monday.
Ed Bott 
Well, speaking for those of us in Seattle, I’m a big fan of DST. It’s the thing that keeps us from having the sun rise at 4 am in mid-summer. Instead, it comes up at 5 – still ridiculously early, but a little more reasonable.