Don't say you weren't warned!
:zzz:
On this side of the Atlantic, we have to wait another two weeks before we put the clocks forward which is a bit of a bind.
Although the weather won't necessarily change for the better, it's an important psychological moment as we say goodbye to winter.
The older I become, the less I like winter and am always glad to see the back of it.
To the unbroken, undisciplined, and unbridled, who march to the tick of a different clock, Eh.
The cats were fed an hour early today, Chloe didn't know how to act.
My cats were ecstatic. And tried it on even harder with the nest few people to emerge
I found it best to not set the clock ahead until Sunday during the day, that way no sleep is lost, and losing an hour during the day is not unusual.
unless you have Sunday morning activities which require punctuality :/
The BestMonster clan is the exception since they're booked 24/7. You guys could probably get a deal extreme field testing Fitbits. :haha:
I like the idea that the clocks could spring forward on a dull work day. Wednesday afternoon would be great -get you over that hump for sure....
Oh what a can of worms that would be. I've worked a lot of nights when the clock was going one way or the other. People would bitch in the spring they got shorted an hour and ought to get a full shift's pay anyway. Then in the fall they'd be grumbling they damn well better get paid an extra hour. ;)
I miss tw's annual defense of the clock change. Now that science is on our side can't we just be done with it.
Last night at the scout meeting, I noticed the clock on the wall was half an hour slow, when it had been correct just an hour or so earlier. So I got the stepladder out and pulled the clock off the wall to fix it. It had the usual knob on the back to change the time, and it also had a small digital clock on the back that was wired to the motor that ran the big analog clock on the front. I set the clock using the manual knob so it told the correct time. It occurred to me that the batteries were also getting low, so I put some new batteries in there.
The clock immediately began to run very fast. It covered a minute in 4 seconds. Hands going like crazy.
The little digital clock on the back was set for a different time than the analog clock on the front, and I assumed that the analog clock would stop running fast when it caught up to the digital clock, but it didn't. It kept going.
It was really confusing, so I set the digital clock to the correct time and let the analog clock speed up to catch that correct digital clock time, hoping it would work. Except even though it was running very fast, it was going to take about 15 minutes to go the 11 odd hours forward to the correct time.
So I put the fast running clock back up to on the wall, and put the ladder back into the closet. I didn't say a word about it. But soon, a boy noticed the fast running clock on the wall, telling the wrong time. He told a friend,and so on. Pretty soon, there were 30 boys just standing there staring and pointing at the clock and laughing.
It felt like an eternity, but at closing circle, just as the meeting was ending, the analog clock finally caught up to the digital clock and the clock slowed down to normal speed and told the correct time. And I had to make an announcement to point it out to the troop.
In hindsight, I should have just changed the batteries and not touched the dial.
And put a note on the back of the clock warning future clock attendants.
I've been working on this for a couple of days now. Still cannot solve it. None of my clocks have springs. What do I do?
We just had to buy a new clock because the 30-year-old one originally from my dad's house fell off the wall and broke. Choices were limited though because I couldn't stand a ticking seconds hand in the bedroom.
consult the management
Maybe I should just spring for a new clock? Or am I being a day late and a clock forward?
I think you're just getting wound up
I'm pleased to say that the UK put its clocks forward last night.
Winter is over, at least in theory. Sadly, the weather is not obliged to observe bureaucratic niceties.
Whilst I look forward to the last Sunday in March, it doesn't do my body clock any good and I get jet lag without the tiresome business of actually travelling anywhere.
The problem was compounded last night when I was awoken by Dad pounding on my bedroom door at 0530 (0430 Body Time).
My first thoughts were that he was ill or had fallen over but it turned out that our visiting Labradog needed to be let out.
The trouble is that Dad uses the same tone of panic stricken alarm for everything, whether it is an emergency threat to life and limb, or the requirements of the dog to be allowed out to attend to matters of his personal comfort.
It frightens the living daylights out of me and last night's sleep pattern was shot to bits. In sum, I'm knackered.
You really should allow your Dad to open the outside door. ;)
About the whole debacle. Let's blame Coldplay
(interesting short read)
http://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-nottinghamshire-35890605Sins of the fathers, tsk, tsk. 100 years ago it was a good idea, and delivered the desired results. You can't blame them for it becoming obsolete, you should be putting a stop to it. OK, then Coldplay it is. :D
