DST

I can't remember ever forgetting about Daylight Savings Time.  Terry is the last person that would ever let that happen.  He has reminders that pop-up on the computer and he's always checking all the details.  For more than a decade he has done all the clock changing in the house and cars.  So imagine my surprise when he realized at 9:45 that it was really 10:45 and he had missed a meeting.  It threw off my whole day.  For some reason, missing that one hour meant that I didn't get papers graded or recorded, I didn't get my lunch packed, I didn't get a chance to blog, and I didn't get a chance to read my book.  I'm blaming Terry.