Daylight Saving Time, here I am!

Every spring and every fall, when the time changes, I know I miss one clock. So I go through the whole house, checking all the clocks and watches, checking the car, the kitchen, everywhere. This year, I was sure I found them all. Nope.

I just found this spring’s missing clock! The radio in my office (one of 3 clocks I have in a space not large enough to swing a cat – not that I’ve tried, because we can’t have pets at work). I now am on the right time. Everywhere. That I know of.

Thankfully daylight saving time finished here on Easter Sunday.

I thought I’d got all the clocks too but I realised this morning that I had forgotten to put the clock back on my answering machine.

The one I missed was (is) in my car. I couldn’t figure it out–partly because every time I thought of it, I was driving.

About three weeks ago my kid said, “Hey, I see how this works,” and fixed it.

Yes. Three weeks ago. I’ll have to get him right on it.

It’s so nice to live in Indiana where I don’t have to worry about that.

I basically ignore the clock on my VCR unless I need to record something.

The one that causes me the most problems is the one in my car - I can never remember how to change it, so I just fiddle around with it until I get it right. That’s not a matter of forgetting, though. More like avoiding.

I’d sell my soul to worry about that in Indiana. We’re living in the friggin’ stone age here.