We used to call this fast time, back in the day. My mother and I still do; my younger son had to ask me what it meant. Of course, that may be because for a long time Indiana stayed on standard time all year, which was great considering how incredibly west we are in the Eastern Time Zone. Here we are in Indiana, getting up and going to bed with New York, Boston, and all the folks in Maine who can’t get there from here.

Then a few years back, Mitch Daniels got himself elected governor and, gadzooks, we found ourselves on daylight savings time. Mother calls it GDT – for Governor Daniels or, more likely, God Damn Time.

I have yet to move my watch forward; my mother doesn’t. I sent the governor an email back then but only got an intern’s form reply. Aha, apparently Mitch does not understand he has lost Mother’s vote – she calls him “That boy.” And while she does not have a “Ditch Mitch” bumper sticker on her car, she just might be getting there.