Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

I usually re-set all the clocks in our home twice a year, when we move into Daylight Savings Time and when we move out again. But I can’t wait.  The clocks have minds of their own, and I’m frustrated.

We have a dozen clocks in our house, which leads me to believe that if you have more than one clock you have no idea what time it is because they do not talk with one another. You are at their mercy.

So today I reset all the clocks according to my cell phone’s time, since Earl believes that is the most accurate information.  I carried my cell from clock to clock and made adjustments from one to five minutes.  Hopefully, we’ll have a better sense of time now.

Otherwise, I think I’ll toss all the clocks and buy a sundial.