I had planned to make full use of that extra hour gained by turning back the clocks on Sunday. What to use it for? There are so many options. Sleeping in. Getting a head start on the day. Slipping in that extra hour of online gaming.
Every year I have such lofty expectations for the extra hour. And every year I lose practically the whole hour as I track down and adjust every clock in my home. Why do they put clocks in so many things these days? Not a single room is free of a timepiece.
In the kitchen, there’s the digital clocks on the microwave and coffee maker, and an analog clock on the stovetop. There’s my Star Trek clock on my desk and the internal clocks in both computers, and the impossible-to-read black wall clock over the television. The stereo, television, and VCR all have internal clocks (my VCR never flashes 12:00). And finally my alarm clock on the bedside table and the Wallace and Grommit clock in the bathroom. Oh, and one in my cell phone (although that one seems to magically set itself).
I wouldn’t say that I’m obsessed with time — I don’t even own a wristwatch. I don’t usually care what time it is, unless it’s close to quittin’ time at the cube farm. So why is my home full of clocks? Always ticking or blinking or flashing. Crying out for attention. Ticking and flashing and blinking. Ringing and buzzing and ticking, ticking, ticking, ticking– AAAAAA!!!
I’m okay. I just need a moment to–
Dammit, now I’m late for work.