Remember: it’s that weekend. The return to standard time can be a bit of a shock in the late afternoon, but I rather enjoy it. Whenever weather and insects permit, I like to sit on the porch or in the garden as the sun goes down, and this is the best time of year to do that. The streetlights and the solar lanterns come up slowly, and I anticipate the imminent entrance of the dazzling stars. Resplendent in flannel, I’m primed for an evening at my favorite theater. Afterward, there still will be time for a bowl of chili and a respectable hour of repose. For me, it never gets old. Of course, when I was young, I favored the return of daylight saving time and an extra hour of frivolity. Nothing really changes but our perspective.