Daylight Saving Time kicked in here this morning. As my buddy Dave wrote in his newsletter this morning:
“Right,” I said to myself. “It’s the bad one.”
Setting aside the absurdity of this time prison we choose to live inside, I can report that impact on our time-keeping devices is at an all-time low.
Twenty years ago the DST switch would have consumed my day, both with household switching (clock radios, VCR, TV, watches, car, cell phone, hifi) and work tasks (manually checking myriad servers to ensure nothing was awry).
Today it was down to changing the clock on the stove, and moving the hands on two analog clocks ahead, one at home and one in the office. Everything else is connected to the Internet and figured things out automatically.
(Artwork and framing by Stephen B. Macinnis).