it appears the joke’s been on me. all day long i’ve been oblivious to the fact that today we turn our clocks forward. so, when i awoke at 9:30 i was really getting up at 10:30; and when i called tom at 2:30, figuring it was 10:30 there in the netherlands and thus not too late to call, it was really 11:30; and when i got to mass 15 minutes early i was really 45 minutes late.
i must have looked like such a fool, sauntering up to the church in my sunday best, only to hear the Our Father being sung through the open doors. that, of course, is when i looked at my watch, and visor, and cellphone. 5:15, 5:15, 5:15, they all said, and that is when i crept into a hidden corner and called The Time Lady who explained to me that it was actually Pacific Daylight Savings Time, you silly girl.
i swear, i heard her laughing at me.
i snuck back to my car, hoping no one saw me and thought i was ducking out early, and i sat there for a minute or two, feeling somehow cheated. like, had i not misplaced that hour of my day, i would have gotten more done.