Trouble with clocks, internal and otherwise.
Roz: Be sure to wake me up at 7:30.
[The last few years I've had trouble sleeping. I always was a morning person up at 5:30 or 6 a.m. Now I'll often be up past 1 a.m. and I don't naturally wake up as early.]
Dick: Which 7:30?
[Earlier he'd gone around the house and changed all the clocks to reflect tonight's leap forward.]
Roz: Don't confuse me. [Laughing.] It's 11 now. [I pointed to the kitchen clock.] So that 7:30. What will that really be? [I pause; time shifts always confuse me, simple though they are, and factor in an early morning tracking test commitment of the sort that used to be common around here and I might just stay up all night—it seems the most prudent.] Better wake me up at the new 8 a.m.
[Dick goes to bed laughing and now it's 11:50 p.m., the new 11:50 p.m. so it doesn't feel like 11:50 p.m. I'm still up but finally getting ready to pack up for the night—just a little time for some journaling. It should be right. But I'll miss that morning light tomorrow.]
However you handle it—a simple "spring forward, fall back," multiple clocks, common sense, simple math skills, or a great internal clock—I hope you got started this morning at whatever time you intended. When it's light, get some sketching done.