Time to Change Time
Sunday morning. Presumably a morning of rest and relaxation. As usual, presumptions are wrong. This Sunday morning is the dreaded time of change, or more accurately, it is time to change time itself.
…what have the Romans ever done for us?…
In my house we are in the midst of an anomaly in time. I am trapped between time zones. In years gone past it was the job of the first to wake to change the clocks to the arbitrarily assigned time. Now with the advent of Network Time Protocol, computers, and clever algorithms, some clocks, change themselves. All my laptops changed. One old PC which I keep for sentimental reasons did not, but it sill thinks the date is 1985 so it’s not much of a bother. The TV, VCR, and DVD all made the transition. The microwave and the wall clocks were left behind. I’m on temporal clean up detail to gather the stray time pieces and return them to the flock.
It’s bad enough that there are different timezones and I have to calculate what time it is in London when I want to call the Queen. We could have just stopped with that nonsense, but no! Ben Franklin has to throw daylight savings time into the mix, and twice a year we have to go through this mess. My wife has a better solution - one time to rule them all. That’s it. It would be the same time everywhere. No zones. No daylight savings. It’s off the wall, people would have to get rid of their attachment to the old Roman division of the day into 2 halves of 12 hours. But honestly, what have the Romans ever done for us?
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