For the first time in all my years, I intentionally waited until morning to set the clocks back. I thought it'd be more fun to see that "extra" hour reveal itself and enjoy it rather than just sleep through it.
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I grew up in Arizona without the clock change, after 2 years in the East, it’s still thrilling to me to think about thousands of people, in unison, traveling back in time once a year.
That’s quite a concept, and a visual image is awesome (I think of the pizza sauce commercial where all the woman in an Italian village walk out into the hills).
I got a second dose of second-life this afternoon when I realized I hadn’t gotten to change the car clock. Cool.
Haha, awesome. It’s such a nice “Hah! Take that reality!” sort of feeling.