Aye, there is a large coalition of farmers that typically remind people their day doesn’t typically revolve around the time we arbitrarily set, but the sun’s presence or not. They can plan for the store to be open whenever, but working when you can see (and/or it’s not too cold/hot) is immutable.
It’s much healthier to cope by punching yourself in the balls (or the cunt, for others so inclined). The beautiful bliss brought by big ball busting breaks by bleary boundaries binding you to bleakness.