I don’t care. I know all the arguments, and I don’t care. I love it.
I mean, I’m never up at sunrise anyway, or at anything even resembling sunrise. I’d much rather have that hour of sunlight at the end of the day, when I can actually use it. I love looking out of the window at the end of the workday and having it still be light. I know, it’s an artifical construct and I could just get up an hour earlier — but it still feels like I’m getting something for free. I love it.
The only downside is when it ends. You’ve got your darkness and your long nights creeping in on you bit by bit — and them bam. It’s like an anvil dropping on your head.
I still don’t care, though. I still love it.