I’m already dreading it.

On Sunday, March 11, at 2 a.m., daylight saving time, the practice of moving our clocks forward one hour in the spring and backward one hour in the fall, will commence.

When I wake on March 11 at my regular time – which will depend on the pub I was drowning my DST sorrows at the night before – I will be short by one hour.

I will be in a stupor, for the most part, until November, when I must set my clocks back one hour – at which time I will officiall...