-{Note: Some of this post was touched on back in March, particularly as it related to the 8th grade trip. The whole thing was so traumatic for me I don’t mind sharing it again for those of you that have forgotten or weren’t here back then.}-

When I was in the 8th grade, our class took a trip to Washington DC. As we toured the Capitol, I got one of my time-twitches, wherein I needed to know the time at all times. Unfortunately, my freebie Colosse Canes watch had been met with a drop of water the day before and no longer worked. I kept asking my friend what time it was, so frequently that he stopped telling me what time it was. He thought it was unbelievably weird that I would repeatedly bend down to look at his watch on his wrist and decided to keep it in his pocket. The thought of those times, in corridor after corridor without a clock, still sends shivers down my spine. Why there isn’t a clock in every room in our nation’s capital I do not know, but there will be in every room of any house that I live in. Even the bathroom, if I can arrange it.

I’m a time-nut. I need to know what time it is or I go… well… nuts. I have a watch-tan on my wrist, wherein you can see the watch that is always there all but tattooed in white. I literally can’t imagine how I maintained my sanity back when I was without a watch back when I wouldn’t be able to immediately replace a broken one. Back in the day watches were not nearly as water-resistant as they are today, so that was not infrequently an issue. During our 8th grade trip to the nation’s capital, I asked my friend the time so often that he eventually refused to tell me and kept it in his watch to haunt me.

Anyhow, right now these great sources of personal comfort — that would be clocks — are all betraying me. Clancy keeps the clocks in her room roughly 1:47 fast. The one in the guest room is starting to break. My atomic clock is forever in the wrong time zone despite being in the same time zone as its syncronization source. As most of you know, the clocks were supposed to change yesterday but didn’t because of a new law passed last year. As a result, half of my computer clocks did change and half did not. So the one source of reliable timekeeping… the clocks on my computer… are wrong and will be for the next week.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s missed opportunity.

Any other time I could have parlayed this manufactured confusion into an excuse to be late from work. I don’t generally need an excuse, but it’s great to have one. Anyhow, I actually had to be at work on time today so that I could take customer support calls for our newest product (not in my job description, but I’m one of only a handful of people familiar with it so it goes from tech support to us).

Fortunately, the clock on my computer is correct. Sanity is at least momentarily restored.