Sunday, October 31, 2010

The Times They Are A-changin'

"What time is it?" I asked Pete when I heard him returning from the bathroom and turning on the clock's ghostly light.

"5:30," he said.

"Great. Close enough," I replied as I threw back my bedding and made my way out the room, pulling the door closed behind me.

I looked at the smart clock in the living room as I closed that bedroom door.

4:37 shined bright.

"Shit. Idiot," I said to myself. Having already closed the door, I decided to go downstairs and find a child's bed to climb into. Going through the kitchen, I spotted the microwave clock.

5:37 shined bright.

"What the hell?" I thought. "Damn. The clocks go back! Crap."

And then the dog appeared, wagging her tail excitedly because hey, here's the lady who walks her and feeds her and lets her out.

"No," I whispered. "Shhhhhh. Be quiet."

I went to Youngest's room, turned on the light, cleared off her bed, turned off the light and climbed in, calling the Wonder Mutt up. [Sorry, Pete, but I broke the rule so you could keep sleeping beyond the new 4:37.]

I laid in bed pondering my predicament: I was awake but it was too early to screw around on the computer and I couldn't wander the halls for a book nor did I want to read Captain Underpants again.

"Stupid time change," I thought.

Then it hit me: Congress had altered the dates for Daylight Savings Time. The smart clock was obviously not smart enough to understand the goings-on in D.C. It was still programmed to change at the old times.

"Hooray! It's nearly 6 o'clock," I thought, climbing out of bed and telling the dog to stay there.

I still hate Congress, but at least I slept to nearly 6 a.m. today.

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