Tick, tick, tick.
No, it's not my biological clock. That ran down quite some time ago; thank you, Mother Nature.
It's the clock ticking down to 2 a.m. Sunday morning, the time we're supposed to get up and turn our clocks back one hour, stopping daylight-saving time in its tracks.
So I wonder: What will happen if I don't get up at 2 a.m. to change my clocks? Will the time police show up? And really, how do we make time change anyway?
One year, my hometown, New Philadelphia, did refuse to change to DST. There were big perks involved for this school girl when everyone else in Ohio jumped forward!
Not leaping to DST meant that I could watch ''Ghoulardi'' at 10:30 and manage to stay awake for the entire show. It also meant that my mom, who worked at the hospital in the adjacent town, had to leave for the night shift at 9:30 instead of 10:30. I didn't mind at all because that gave me extra time to sneak some snacks while I watched the show.
All this jumping forward and back seriously messes with my body clock. One morning my body is leisurely waking up at 6:30 a.m., the next, DST has set in, and the body is screaming: "What's going on? What are we doing up at 5:30 a.m.?"
I have no good answer for my poor body as I stumble out of bed searching for the snooze button.
One of the earliest excuses for DST was to protect kids from having to stand in the cold, dark Ohio morning waiting for the school bus to come. Although I always had to walk to school, I could see their point. Unlike then, today's kids sit in their parents' warm cars at the street corner and jump out just in time to get on the bus. I think they could do that in the dark and cold.
Another excuse for DST was that it gave kids an extra hour after school to play outside. In my day, that worked, but have you looked around your neighborhood lately? How many kids do you see playing outside after school? Not a lot because most are too busy INSIDE, playing with video games and computers. They don't really need light to do that, natural or otherwise. They can bask in the glow of their 32-inch monitors and 55-inch TV screens. They don't need DST.
While we're at it, who dreamed up the concept of the ''extra hour of daylight'' in the first place? I'm here to tell you that there is no extra hour of daylight.
If you paid attention to today, there were 24 hours in it just the same as there will be 24 hours tomorrow - unless the world comes to an end.
Yes, at this time of the year, until the winter solstice, we lose about two minutes of daylight each day, but we don't lose any time; it's still 24 hours no matter how you count it down.
Finally, what bozo decided that 2 a.m. was the hour clocks should be changed? Was that a good time because people are just coming home from bars at that hour? Did someone have a bladder issue, and that's when their bathroom run took place? It's just one more thing about the time change issue that makes absolutely no sense to me.
Frankly, the only thing I get out of the spring time change is the loss of an hour of sleep. I spend the next six months waiting tiredly for the first Sunday in November, the day when we're all supposed to ''fall back.'' I'm always hopeful that I'll actually catch up with that lost hour of sleep. Unfortunately, I never do.
Jagunic is a Cortland resident. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org.