Sunday, March 9, 2014
Daylight savings reminder: you could set the clock by me
If it does, I'll let you figure it out: I just don't have a head for math right now, because I am very, very hungry.
The reason being: I am a regular kind of guy. I eat at 10, and I eat at 2. But not today. At 10, I bayed to be fed.
Dad looked at the clock. "Too early," he said. "It's only 9."
I banished myself upstairs to listen to my stomach growl in private.
Two o'clock. I bay for my second feeding.
"Too early!" Dad says again.
Uncharacteristically, I begin to doubt myself. However, the beast must be fed. I must insist, I tell Dad.
Finally, he realizes: the time change. Dad is notorious about not understanding the whole Daylight Savings Time thing. He gives in. My tum stops rumbling.
So don't worry about resetting your clock: if you need to get up at 9, or you need to do something at 1, perk your ears over my way. I've got you covered. Just like clockwork.