Author Jackie Taylor Zortman
Welcome to doing everything in your life an hour before you want to. Even though I’m not a drinker, except for a glass of wine with dinner, I feel like I have a bad hangover today. And to cap things off, the time change seems to roll around a little earlier each spring and stay just a little longer into the fall. What’s the story with that?
Our cat has a heart murmur and has to be medicated twice a day and given a pill every morning. Took me awhile to figure out why he wasn’t up and waiting for me when I went downstairs this morning. Then I realized he can’t tell time and I forgot to tell him we are movin’ on today, regardless of what his circadian rhythms are telling him.
I suppose, if you have to farm, ranch or work outdoors, it may be a productive thing to have another hour of daylight in the evening, but it only seems to mess my life completely up. And here’s a good question. Who decides whether or not we do this and exactly when? I’d like to talk to that person and see what logic they use to make this decision. The popular answer to that these days would be “IT’S TRUMP’S FAULT!” However, I am not among the Trump haters, so that won’t work for me.
Meantime, I’ve changed all of the clocks in the house and didn’t realize we have so many. My favs are the ones you just push a button and it changes automatically and the atomic clocks that do it all by themselves. I carry one of those around with me as I change the others.
But my nemesis is still outside waiting, so I shall head out there and try to remember how to change the one in the car. When I don’t do that, I have moments of panic while driving to an appointment thinking I am an entire hour early…or late, depending on what time of year it may be.
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