it's about time

In my house, there are four digital clocks.
There's one on the computer and another on the cell phone. One is on the oven and the last is on the microwave.

Now I've never been much of a clock watcher.
Mostly, especially since I've lived in Key West, unless I've got a meeting or a date, I don't care what time it is.
Still every once in a while my eye will catch a glimpse of one or either of my kitchen clocks and it seems like, since we sprang forward to daylight savings time again, my clocks are having a little fun with me.

If I look at a clock three times in a day (which is about right),
two out of those three times the green LED will read in seemingly whimsical ways.

For example. . .
1 - 1 - 1, 2 - 2 - 2 or 3 - 3 - 3
And it doesn't stop there. . .
10 - 10, 11 - 11 and 12 - 12
Then it gets more interesting. . .
9 - 10, 10 - 11, 11 - 12, 12 - 13
or. . .
2 - 3 - 4 or 4 - 3 - 2
and 4 - 5 - 6 or 6 - 5 - 4
Then, there's my all time favorite. . .
1 - 2 - 3 - 4

To me, it just seems a little peculiar.
I mean, what are the odds?
Glance at a clock maybe three times in a day and at least two of those times seeing static or sequential numerical patterns.
Are the clocks timing me or am I timing the clocks?

It's nothing I spend too much "time" thinking about (I'm not a numerologist after all), it's just something to make you say, "hmmm. . ."

"Tempus Fugit"

daylight savings time

Some time along the line of all my blogging I must've mentioned that I get my days started pretty early. Four in the morning is a pretty peaceful couple of hours on the rock. The bars are closed, the airport's quiet and except for an occasional screaming cop-siren racing to break-time for a doughnut fix, I can get my daily dose of Joey Reynolds and inner reflection with only the background sound of god breathing through the trees.

Anyway, I noticed something this week. We're a handful of days into "Daylight Saving Time" and this early in the cycle, the light of day is still just a bit behind the clock and by seven, as I'm shifting my mind's focus from the early morning R&R to the rest of the day, it's still mostly dark out there. Like a long yawn into morning, the days are getting a slower start.
I know, in a week or two, our clocks and earthly orbit will be in sync again, all will be well with the world and I'll find the light where I expect it to be.
But for now, instead of getting "great by eight", I just want to go back to bed.