Since the (ridiculous) time change last weekend, I cannot get dinner on the table at the appropriate time.
Apparently my inner scheduling device was more attuned to the light outside than to the clock inside.
Each day this week when it's time I should be setting our evening meal on the table, I'm still knee-deep in afternoon activities and apparently thinking it's an hour earlier than it is.
Oh well. I'm sure by next fall when we have to go through this nonsensical process again, I'll finally be acclimated to this past weekend's time change.
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