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Living Matters: It’s time we transitioned into time change

Here we go again: a time change. Yippee! Not. Honestly, I like changing the clock as much as I like changing my passwords. Which is to say, not at all. Time changes make me confused. Irritable. Disoriented. Exhausted. All of the above.
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Do time changes bug you too?

Here we go again: a time change.

Yippee! Not.

Honestly, I like changing the clock as much as I like changing my passwords. Which is to say, not at all.

Time changes make me confused. Irritable. Disoriented. Exhausted.

All of the above.

So this year, in a bid to make the jump just the tiniest bit less annoying, I am trying something new. I’m going to ease in slowly.

Yep. Instead of moving the clocks ahead an hour on Sunday, I already have them in motion. That’s right. Instead of 60 minutes in one fell swoop, it’s six whole days of 10 minutes each.

Right now, according to my transitional time change — that’s what I’m calling it, anyway — 6 p.m. is actually 6:30, near as I can figure. This means that my dinnertime has been adjusted ever so slightly. It also means that I miss the first half hour of the supper-hour news, given that the TV networks have yet to subscribe to the transitional time change.

On Friday, 4 a.m. will actually be 4:40. On Saturday, 5:15 p.m. will actually be 6:05. And on Sunday — bingo — the clock will have moved ahead an hour.

OK. So it’s just a tad confusing.

If the husband has a tee time tomorrow — and I think he does — we’ll have to do the transitional thing in reverse.

If he’s teeing off at 10:36 — and I think he will be — then we’ll have to be mindful of the fact the time on our clocks will not be the same as the time at the golf course. That 10:36 tee time, as far as our clocks are concerned, will actually be 11:16. Or 11:26. Or 4:22. Or something like that.

As I say: confusing. But hey, it’s all about easing things in.

“Our clocks will be different than everyone else’s,” the husband pointed out when I told him the plan.

“Correct,” I said. ‘But that doesn’t mean we won’t have the right time. It means no one else will.”

In a perfect world, everyone would get on the transitional page and proceed with the go-slow route. In a really, really perfect world, we’d go even slower. You know, by starting the change two months ahead and moving the clocks a minute each day.

We might not make our tee times. We might miss the top of the news.

But we’d adjust, no question. It would just be a matter of time.