It's Black, I'm Blue

I'm reluctant to sound like a John Birch-style nut, but I'm deeply disturbed by moving our clocks back an hour. I’m all for saving energy and protecting kids at bus stops. But how depressing is it to have early evening rush hour in total darkness? There’s no playing catch outside after work, no game of fetch with the dog. Being cheating out of time in the warm temperatures and natural beauty of fall makes it even worse. This early gloom has thrown me into a funk.