Oops

In our defense, we were really tired after traveling.  This happened the evening we returned home from our Thursday to Thursday trip to Indiana. 

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We showered and grazed.  With the football game on the television, I tried to keep my eyes open, hoping you would forgive me if I skipped yet another post.  

After four hours of airplane air, Tucson was challenging.  My lungs were used to being at sea level, where (for a reason I once knew) the air is thicker.  The thin air at altitude leaves me sleepy.... very sleepy.

Having crossed three time zones on Thursday, Little Cuter discussing Daylight Savings Time's effect on circadian rhythms on Sunday described our situation perfectly.  Our bodies were so confused.  Man made distinctions were wreaking havoc on my internal clock.

Our homes' relationships to the boundaries of our time zones don't help, either.  She is on the far western edge of hers; we are on the easternmost border of ours.  Our lives get brighter and darker at very different hours.  

Not having reliable visible cues (the sun's still up???) constantly confuses the matter.

TBG and I wear battery operated, old school watches.  They don't do anything but tell the time, in analog. They are not connected to anything. We adjusted them ahead three hours then back one hour then back two hours as we traveled.

Daylight Savings Time happened automatically at Little Cuter's house, on their wrists and digital calendars and appliances.  My cell phone took care of it for me, but without my usual schedule to keep I hardly paid attention to the actual hour of the day.  

We stayed up on Election Night until MSNOW began repeating itself;  it was well into Wednesday morning, though I'm hard pressed to be more precise.

We tried to go with the flow, to eat on their schedule and sleep until we woke up and not pay much attention to the exact time unless we were responsible for something.  We were on vacation and it felt great.

So, exhausted on the couch on Thursday, it took us a while to notice that not only were our appliances showing the correct time, but our battery operated clocks were correct, too.

How did that happen?  Neither of us had changed them, yet there they were.  Was someone in our house?  Unlikely, but unless we blamed a dybbuk we were stumped.

We went to bed confused that our plug in the wall alarm clocks that do nothing but tell the time and buzz us awake were also showing the right time.

It took me until Friday morning to figure it out.

Of course the clocks were right.  They were the same as when we left, untouched by odd burglars or magic wands or Daylight Savings Time.

It's Arizona.  We don't change our clocks.