I have composed the following letter, which I plan to deliver as soon as I figure out how to time travel:
Dear Mr. Willett,
Hi there. My name is Chelsa. Obviously we have never met, since you died 62 years before I was born. It is, therefore, shocking that you have managed to impact my life so negatively, and to instill so much bitterness and rancor for you in my heart. Right now (always supposing that I have used the time travel device correctly), you are getting ready to propose an idea which will eventually become Daylight Saving Time. Wikipedia tells me that you came up with this idea after observing with dismay how much of the glorious summer daylight was wasted by so many people. Kudos on your active and nature-loving lifestyle. You know what, though? Some people enjoy sleeping in. Also, and even more importantly, some people have small children, and those small children do not understand your elaborate dance of the clocks, and therefore end up going to bed really, really, really late at night. And then the daylight that you so want us to enjoy is instead spent in a crabby and sleep-deprived fog. So thanks for your busybodyish need to force us all to get out there and seize the daylight, but no thank you. Please reconsider putting out pamphlets or otherwise endorsing changing the clocks to match the seasons. History will thank you.