Time Challenged

The seasonal time change is always a challenge on many levels, and I am just pleased that I no longer have to deal with kids and dinner and bedtime. For the past seven years, the years I have owned my truck, I have had to wait for Raym to come home and visit before the clock in my truck was set to the current time. One time I managed to do it by myself, but I can't remember how I did it, so now this clock is an fifty-five minutes slow.

The clock on my bedside table is some fancy gadget that sets the time on it's own based on the time zone. This year it did not set the time properly, which I attribute to W taking it upon himself to change time last year, what an ego! The time zones have clever little number codes. The manual for this clock containing all its secrets is somewhere in my storage shed and I can't find any satisfying answers online. I tried to adjust it with some level of success after a lot of grumbling and irritation, then in a few days it reset itself to a new time and is now an hour and five minutes fast. Ugh! So, I just wake up in the morning and say to myself, "Oh, it's really....time." Lame.

Thank goodness for my cell phone, or I would really be in trouble.

Oh, the joys of life's little challenges. Have a great day!