magic hour

Daylight savings time ended on Sunday. Have noticed that it takes me longer and longer each year to reset all the timepieces in the house. With the advent of the latest ubercoffeemaker (thank you, Denise!! we truly love it), there are now six clocks in my kitchen alone. Add three in the master bedroom (two electric and one battery operated), two in each bathroom (one electronic, one battery), one in each of the two guest bedrooms, one in the office, one in the great room, and one in the master closet.

I’ve learned the best way to get ‘er done, without expending a noticeable block of time and energy is, starting at noon on the day before the change, I take a couple of minutes to reset the clock(s) in whatever room I happen to be in at the time, and so before I go to bed on Saturday the task is complete. Except for the one in the car, which I never can seem to remember, and on my way to Church realize it’s off. And of course for the next month every watch I wear (depending on the day’s couture) also will be wrong. But all in all it works out pretty well.

And despite the time it takes to do it, with the “setback” there is an hour that I don’t have something specifically scheduled to do. Which brings me to the subject of today’s blog. How did you spend your extra hour?

This year I didn’t sleep through the change, as per normal, but instead I went Christmas shopping. Oh, don’t misunderstand, I was not literally out on the highways and byways at that hour, I’m not that foolish, but comparison shopping on the internet is not only possible, it’s preferable. And so today, as I make my weekly foray, I’m also buying the presents I picked out during that magic hour. Which means I can have everything bought and wrapped by Thanksgiving. WOOHOO!!

Only one problem with the time change. At 3:30 each morning this week kitty has nudged me and whined, “I don’t care what the clock says, my tummy says it’s 4:30. Get your butt out of bed and feed me.” This week I’m letting him slide. But beginning next week each morning I’ll make him wait an extra few minutes before I actually do get up. Which means he and the clock will be sync’d somewhere along about March. When daylight savings begins again. Sigh.