We’re a divided people; I’m not talking about current party politics, either. I’m referring to the annual exercises of falling back and springing forward.

We’re about a week into this year’s edition of the fall. Many were pleased to see last Sunday arrive. They enjoyed the extra hour of sleep; and of leaving for their day jobs with the sun showing itself on the ride there. These pro fall-backers speak of the pleasures of sending the kids to bed early, and how they stay there, due to the long, dark evenings.

Some of those who love to fall back are in favor of being in the Eastern Time Zone, same as New York, and the East Coast in general, for commerce reasons, year-round. That is their priority, not where the sun is in the sky. Fair enough. I can get on board with a great economy. That is the bigger issue.

But I sure do welcome the springing forward time of year, embracing the idea of coming home from day activities and having what feels like an entire daylight-filled evening ahead; practically an extra day at the end of the one they just worked.

No pajamas at 5:30 p.m. for them! More like coming in from outdoors at 9 p.m. and being surprised that it’s soon so quickly approaching time to turn in for the night. The sound of lawn mowers humming throughout the evening hours, teens bouncing balls in the driveway until dark and the chatter of neighborhood kids on bikes cruising by are music to their ears.

There are others, and maybe these make up a solid third or more of we the people, who simply wish the clocks could be left alone year-round and let nature and commerce take its course.

I align with the spring-forward crowd. Spring means there’s more light anyway, so rising in the dark only means there’s time to catch a great sunrise and get a jump on the day. I love what feels to me as a longer 24 hours because of the late sunset and that beautiful period of twilight that follows. It’s a matter of productive daylight hours whether I’m all that productive in reality or not.

But alas, we’ve just fallen back, and that means I should probably invest in some new pairs of pajamas because for the next few months, Brian will see me in them for more waking hours than he sees me in street clothes. Yes, I’m one of those who is ready for pajamas at nightfall.

Changing the clocks has been compared to cutting off one end of the blanket only to sew it onto the other. Okay but if it means more material for later in the evening I’m all in. It feels colder after dark so I prefer my blanket then.

I guess we can’t have it both ways, and it will take an act of legislation for the time to ever change again. At least we don’t live in northern Indiana or Chicago where by the onset of winter, it’s full-on dark by 4:30 p.m. Ugh.

I suppose that by March, Brian and I will have finally gotten around to pushing back the hands on every clock in the house and vehicles – right about when it’s time to push them forward again.

For some of us, both falling and springing aren’t highly recommended.

When I was a kid, my parents spoke of slow time and fast time. I never did know which was which. Oh well! I’m deeply grateful for time, period.

Whatever hour it is, I long for the days when time-talk seemed like a big political concern. People argued about Gov. Mitch Daniels’ desire for Eastern Standard Time. It seemed so important then; so luxurious now that it was considered such a hand wringer. I only wish that were still the biggest issue people had to argue about.

In the end, we can’t truly add hours to our day, and we have to make adjustments. Time is what we make of it.

With a new pair or two of PJs and a good lamp, I’m over the grumbling already. It’s fine. Finer still is 2 a.m. Sunday, March 13. It’s already circled on my 2022 calendar. And as with the passing of time period, it will be here before we know it.

Donna Cronk is retired Neighbors Editor of The Courier-Times. Her Next Chapter column appears the second and fourth Saturdays each month. Connect with her at newsgirl.1958@gmail.com.