I just looked at the clock in my office and realized once again that I still haven’t changed it back one hour from daylight saving to standard time. I don’t actually rely on that clock much, since the ones on my computers’ toolbars are more handy, and well, at the moment the desk clock is partially obscured by a rising tide of assorted papers to be filed … eventually. It’s like there’s a time zone boundary running the length of the office. (Sort of like how Thom and I each have an alarm clock on our nightstands, but for some reason they’re a few minutes apart; apparently our bed is some kind of time gulf.)
Maybe I haven’t changed my office clock because I get some satisfaction in looking at it, being surprised at how much time has gone by, and then realizing, whew, I have an extra hour. Hmm. The fake-out isn’t much comfort when you’re waiting for lunchtime. Or quitting time. OK, I’m changing it now.