On Sunday morning, clocks in every state not ending in "-rizona" skipped an entire hour, marking the end (or beginning, nobody actually knows) of Daylight Saving Time, the annual exercise in self-hatred that we all sort of just go along with.
Most people assume the policy was initially implemented to give farmers an extra hour of sun in the morning during the winter because most people don't bother asking for citations when they come across a somewhat plausible explanation.
"Last Week Tonight" examined the origins and implications of DST to try and figure out why it's still a thing we do, and based on the results of the investigation, that question can be answered with the first song from "Fiddler on the Roof."
Some traditions should never change.
This isn't one of them.