So, I naturally woke up at my usual time, but it was an hour earlier according to the official clock, right? Okay, thought I, I’ve got a bonus hour! Oh, just imagine the fun things I can do with it. What to pick, what to pick. So I got up and started in on the usual toilet/shower/teeth/clothes type activities while pondering. Headed downstairs for breakfast.
Hmm. That’s right, I killed the box of cereal yesterday. Went and got a new one from the pantry. Paused by the ‘recycling center’ (four trash cans lined up along the back corner wall of the kitchen) to tear open the box and yank out the inner plastic bag as I always do…and sprayed “Honey flavored oat and corn flakes with nut-flavored clusters and almond slices” all the way across the floor.
The entire side seam of the inner bag was unsealed. It hadn’t come unsealed, there was no sign any heat or adhesive had ever been applied to the overlap. The top and bottom seals were there, holding nice and firm, but otherwise it was completely open and now at least two thirds of the previous contents were strewn all the way across the floor, from the trash bins, under the table and around the chair legs, all the way to the cabinets along the opposite two walls.
So, yeah. I got to spend my bonus hour dragging out the vacuum cleaner and moving furniture and trying to get all those damned flakes out of the baseboard heaters.
So, how about you? What wonderful way did you spend your bonus hour?
Stayed out late, did the BF/GF thing overnight, woke up whenever we did and eventually got moving with our day.
Of course the actual extra hour started at 2am summer time when the clock jumped back to 1am, and ended an hour later when the clock had advanced to 2am winter time. Most of us, including me (and GF), were sound asleep during that extra hour.
Sundays are my “towels and bedding” laundry day so I started the washer at 6am instead of the customary 7am. Yesterday I made the mistake of washing one of my cable-knit sweaters with an old polyfleece vest and the vest is now covered with approximately 67,985,000 little balls of lint that the sweater shed in the wash. 67,985,000 little balls of lint that I need to now pick off one. by. one.
I went to bed the usual time, thinking I would sleep in a little in the morning. It started raining hard during the night, and I was awakened by tornado sirens at 4 am. The wind was blowing hard and the power was out. I got out of bed, gathered up my dog, and met my daughter in an interior bathroom to shelter. After about 10 minutes the tornado watch ended, and I went back to my bedroom. Power was still out, so I lay in bed hoping I would fall back to sleep, which I finally did. A few hours later the power came back on, so I got up. It was still dark and raining outside. I started my day with some black tea and a banana Popsicle. I have my colonoscopy tomorrow. Ugh.
You wouldn’t have liked the cereal even if it hadn’t ended up on the floor, it would have been stale and ick in the box as well.
This clock change was a first in our married life. How many other folks who have been married for decades get to have a first of anything anymore?
We moved from the sensible state of AZ to the stoopid state of West Virginia despite knowing that folks fucked with their clocks out this way.
We are retired. All of our clocks update themselves automatically. We forgot about the time change until we had been up for a few hours. The fuzzbutts didn’t, when they couldn’t get us up to feed them on time, they tore holes in two 20 lb bags of litter and then pooped on the pile.
I’m already not liking this and it hasn’t even been a whole day.
I spent an hour thinking about how I would answer if a cop asked me, “What were you doing at 1:30 am last night?” It’s the only day of the year in which a reasonable answer would be “Which 1:30 am?”
Yeah, I guessed that too. I sprinkled the remainder out where we feed the birds, rabbits, squirrels and sometimes deer. Surely something will have low enough standards to appreciate it.
But here is some delayed sympathy for you losing a free hour dealing with stoopid shit that should have never happened.
Oh, dig your empty box out of the trash and find the contact info and complain. They will probably want the bar code number and lot number which is why you need the box. You will get at least one coupon for a free box and several discount coupons.
That way your hour won’t really have been wasted…kinda…
I did learn today that the clock in my car does not change to standard time automatically, even after half an hour of driving. I had to dive deep into the settings and tell it that the world was no longer observing DST.
I’ve had this car for ~20 months and I do not remember having to do this on previous time changes. Weird.
I put it to good use catching up on my lack of sleep from Friday. I somehow overslept on Sat morning & woke up at 3:10am. (yes you read that right). Got to bed about 11pm Sat night so I was good & toasted before the 6am alarm for Sunday’s ‘sleep-in’ day.
Our EMS trip sheet software had ‘logic’ that every time must be (equal or) later than the previous time - Dispatch, Enroute, On-scene, Patient contact, Depart, at Hospital, & Available. There was no accommodation for DST so we’d have to ‘lie’ on the trip sheet in regards to times & then put a note in the narrative about time change as times were an hour off from the official run times. Lawyers would love to pick apart any discrepancy & say if that one thing is wrong then the whole thing must be suspect
Cops might not want to stop anyone leading up to the time change as it could cause headaches in their reporting, depending upon how smart or dumb the software was.
Back in the day I used to purposely not change my clocks at the ‘Fall back’ time change all through Sunday, staying in Daylight Savings time until just before bed Sunday night, so I could have an extra hour to sleep in Monday morning. So I guess my answer to the OP would have been ‘sleeping’.
Nowadays, most of the devices I get the time from now, like my phone, change automatically.
Hmm…I wonder if smart devices that automatically change their time are smart enough not to do so in those states.
I have a digital clock radio that’s an older model, but sets its time automatically. I’m not sure how it works since it’s not a smart device connected to the internet. It also accounts for the time change, but problem is it’s programmed to the old time change years ago when we used to ‘Fall back’ early in October-- so it’s suddenly an hour off a month before the actual time change.
I completed an extra two days of the NYT crossword online, while I waited in vain to be notified that a sorting machine needed a jam cleared, or an auger belt replaced.
