No one likes a little extra sunlight more than the SJG. I'm a sunlight worshipper from way back, and I have the sunspots on my punim to prove it. And yet, every time we are forced to turn the clocks ahead, and by forced, I mean, we have no choice in the matter, no vote, no power, I'm filled with deep-seated resentment. Don't get me wrong. I simply adore the chance to frolic outside past my 6 p.m. dinnertime curfew, as much as anyone. I love to prance down my block and yell, "Woo-hoo, it's still light out!" What I don't love is the sleep deprivation. One hour doesn't sound like much, but it effs me up, big time. It throws off my circadian rhythm. It messes with my well-being. This makes for a tired and cranky SJG, which, I assure, isn't a good situation. Spring forward. Lose an hour of sleep. Gain an extra hour of kvetching.