It happens twice a year.
I’m not sure why, but my neverending confidence in the government tells me they must have a good reason to totally uproot my schedule.
Then I’m completely confused if I’m hungry or not.
So instead of eating breakfast, I reset all the clocks in the house. I thought we had three clocks.
Turns out we have 117.
Then I need to reset the clocks in our cars. I would love an answer to why we have two clocks within 1 inch of each other in our Ford Taurus (no charge for the free plug).
Then, I’m off to change the batteries in our smoke detectors.
Because the battery companies had a meeting and decided to tell us if we don’t change the batteries when the time changes we will ALL DIE!
They are smart. Not as smart as the hot dog bun people who continue to sell us 8 buns for 10 hotdogs.
Actually, this isn’t true.
They sell us 16 buns for 10 hotdogs.
I can’t hate them. Only admire.
After more time changing chores, I spend roughly the one hour I’ve gained trying to figure out why Buddy the Dog is hungry at 2 in the afternoon.
Then it occurs to me. His stomach doesn’t change times.
For a dog who doesn’t wear a watch, he sure knows when it’s time to eat.
After all of this, I’m overrun with depression when I realize it now gets dark at 4:30 in the afternoon.
Suddenly, the school day is like working the overnight shift. Arrive in the dark and come home in the dark.
Thankfully, there is something good that comes out of the time change.
I can spend the next week totally annoying my wife by saying what time it is and also what time it "really" is.
Thank you government.
This should keep me amused until at least Thanksgiving.