Monday, March 10, 2008
How I completely missed Daylight Savings Time
I woke up at 7:30 this morning, like I’m supposed to on any workday. Then I thought I woke up at 6:30. Then, after some Googling, I realized it really was 7:30 and that I had missed the switch to Daylight Savings Time altogether on Sunday. Here’s how it happened…
Most Sundays are stay inside and spend quiet time with each other days. It’s my favorite time of the week. Most of the time I hear some word on Friday from coworkers or the radio or something about the upcoming time shift. Not this time. Saturday was my sweety’s birthday (I got her the Best Cake Ever, also known as “Berries and Cream” from Lido Bakery in El Segundo). Family showed up and we chatted and watched movies, and time was never really an issue. Sunday came around and I took her out to breakfast, then we came back to snuggle in front of the DVD player. Again, time was never an issue. It felt good.
The first bit of strangeness occured at bedtime. We watched a movie until 10:45, then I had to go to bed since it was Monday the next day. We did the usual puttering around, brushing our teeth, moving things off the bed, and other night-time before bed things. We snuggled and talked some, and then I happened to glance at the time on the ceiling from the projection clock. I was astounded to see that it said it was 12:15am. I was all, “Wait, what? How on earth did we manage to waste an hour and a half doing what we normally do??” It was so weird, but I never thought about Daylight Savings.
This morning when I woke up, the clock said 7:30, so I thought, “Well, time to get up.” I took a shower, got dressed, and as I was heading to the kitchen, I glanced at my watch to see how I was doing on time. I was baffled when it read 6:50am. Believe it or not I still hadn’t thought of Daylight Savings. Instead, I thought, “Dammit that stupid clock shifted time zones again.” The bedroom clock is one of those digital things that stays in tune with some atomic clock somewhere in the country, and it also has a button to change what time zone you are in. That button is all too easy to hit accidentally, and that’s what I thought had happened.
Then I glanced at the big clock in the living room, but it was agreeing with the bedroom clock. I looked from it to my watch several times, feeling like my brain was moving in very slow motion. It was kind of pathetic actually. That living room clock also stays in tune with the atomic clock… sometimes. It’s not as responsive as the bedroom one. Finally, it clicked. Sort of. I was still in disbelief. Was it Daylight Savings already? I don’t know why I found it so hard to believe. I went to the computer to Google it and find out exactly when it was supposed to be. Second Sunday in March, it said. Was it the second Sunday of March? After staring at a calendar for much too long, I finally decided that yes, indeed it was, and it really was time to spring forward. Damn, and here I thought I had an extra hour this morning before work.
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