Sunday, April 3, 2011
In my house, the clock I depend on the most is an atomic clock that hangs in the most strategic position for frequent checking. It is one I am not responsible for setting either fast or slow, but one that a transmitter in Colorado perfectly takes care of for me. However for the past three weeks it has been an hour behind time requiring some simple math on my part. How quickly our minds adapt. This morning when I saw it, I thought I must be late! Then I checked my old faithful pocket watch that I also use as a telephone, and it had the same time. Now I feel like DST has officially started and the timepiece in the sky and I are in sync.