Mount Shasta, Sunday March 11: Daylight Savings Time changed today, which is earlier than in years past. But not at our house!
That is to say, the last several days have been very confusing, because Adrienne didn’t want to get caught by the weird feeling we always get when we change the clocks. Therefore she decided to get the jump on the whole thing. Kind of an activist approach to Daylight Savings.
So, three days ago, she began changing our clocks, and I’ve spent the last three days in a kind of time warp as I walked from room to room. In the kitchen, the stove and microwave and kitchen clock might claim 4pm, but the coffeepot disagrees. The clock in my room agrees with the majority in the kitchen, but my computer held out (until today of course). In my office I operated in a different time zone until yesterday, and the car is still running on some time zone that’s out in the Pacific Ocean. It’s a wonder we don’t arrive before we set out.
Our voicemail is lying to us about when those messages came in. But I’m not fooled.
Oh, well. My Adrienne is just a woman ahead of her time.