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About Time.
Recently, I've felt a little rushed, I don't know why. Some of it is lingering effects of the schedule change a few weeks ago; some of it is the lingering effects of the end of Daylight Saving Time; some of it is getting just slightly less sleep than normal. Luckily, Christmas shopping is done as of yesterday (unless, of course, I realize I forgot someone).
Two days ago, though, time went crazy in my house. Now, normally, I keep myself on scheduel rather well. I have, in essence, two alarm clocks. One is my television, which turns on according to a timer, and one is, well, an alarm clock. However, on Tuesday, I forgot to set both of them. Not to worry, though, because I also have by my bed one of those fancy little digital clocks that is synched with navy time using some sort of radio wave thingy.
That last clock is more important recently. I have a tendency to wake up and wonder what time it is. During Daylight Saving Time, things are pretty simple: if there's light, it's safe to go back to sleep. But when the sun goes down at 4:45, the light test isn't very helpful. So, this third clock, with a handy little light, is my time resource when I doubt in the dark.
So, back on Tuesday, I woke up early in the dark, checked my little clock, and saw that it was around 9 p.m. I was still feeling a little tired, and I don't really need to wake up until 10 p.m., so I rolled over and went back to sleep.
When I woke up in the dark again, without the help of alarm, I checked the clock. 10:55 p.m. That's bad. I normally leave the house around 11:05 p.m. to get to work at 11:30 p.m. So I steeled my resolve, jumped out of bed and into the shower (skipping the shower wasn't really an option that morning), and cleansed me quickly. I toweled off, and went back to my bedroom to check me clock and see what kind of time I was making.
It was 12:10 a.m.
Now, there were a few things that I thought could have happened. One was that, when I gathered my wits after checking the clock the first time, I actually fell back to sleep. It was unlikely, but it had been known to happen. But I figured that what had actually happened was I read "11:55 a.m.", but in my blurry-minded wake-up stupor, I assumed it said "10:55 a.m." So I called the office and told them I was running late but that I'd be in shortly.
Now that it was clear that I'd be at least an hour late, I relaxed and determined to take my time. So I started brushing out my hair and grabbing my clothes. When I moved into the living room to get my shoes, I turned on the TV. Futurama was on Adult Swim. But Futurama airs at 11 p.m. And the clock on the TV said "11:05 p.m." Now I was confused.
I went back to my bedroom. The alarm clock said 11:05. The Ultra Super Amazing Techno clock said it was 12:15 p.m. and that, moreover, it was January 1, 2000.
I rushed again.
I made it to work more or less on time, but that was not a very good way to begin the week.
ThuNYTX: 16:45. One error, probably, since I can't verify it.
Two days ago, though, time went crazy in my house. Now, normally, I keep myself on scheduel rather well. I have, in essence, two alarm clocks. One is my television, which turns on according to a timer, and one is, well, an alarm clock. However, on Tuesday, I forgot to set both of them. Not to worry, though, because I also have by my bed one of those fancy little digital clocks that is synched with navy time using some sort of radio wave thingy.
That last clock is more important recently. I have a tendency to wake up and wonder what time it is. During Daylight Saving Time, things are pretty simple: if there's light, it's safe to go back to sleep. But when the sun goes down at 4:45, the light test isn't very helpful. So, this third clock, with a handy little light, is my time resource when I doubt in the dark.
So, back on Tuesday, I woke up early in the dark, checked my little clock, and saw that it was around 9 p.m. I was still feeling a little tired, and I don't really need to wake up until 10 p.m., so I rolled over and went back to sleep.
When I woke up in the dark again, without the help of alarm, I checked the clock. 10:55 p.m. That's bad. I normally leave the house around 11:05 p.m. to get to work at 11:30 p.m. So I steeled my resolve, jumped out of bed and into the shower (skipping the shower wasn't really an option that morning), and cleansed me quickly. I toweled off, and went back to my bedroom to check me clock and see what kind of time I was making.
It was 12:10 a.m.
Now, there were a few things that I thought could have happened. One was that, when I gathered my wits after checking the clock the first time, I actually fell back to sleep. It was unlikely, but it had been known to happen. But I figured that what had actually happened was I read "11:55 a.m.", but in my blurry-minded wake-up stupor, I assumed it said "10:55 a.m." So I called the office and told them I was running late but that I'd be in shortly.
Now that it was clear that I'd be at least an hour late, I relaxed and determined to take my time. So I started brushing out my hair and grabbing my clothes. When I moved into the living room to get my shoes, I turned on the TV. Futurama was on Adult Swim. But Futurama airs at 11 p.m. And the clock on the TV said "11:05 p.m." Now I was confused.
I went back to my bedroom. The alarm clock said 11:05. The Ultra Super Amazing Techno clock said it was 12:15 p.m. and that, moreover, it was January 1, 2000.
I rushed again.
I made it to work more or less on time, but that was not a very good way to begin the week.
ThuNYTX: 16:45. One error, probably, since I can't verify it.