What a difference an hour makes

It was light out crossing the Potomac on the train this morning and so I guess that means we really did “fall back” an hour this weekend. I’m not sure however. My phone still says it’s 8:40 AM, even though the time on it is sync’d with my local T-Mobile network. Perhaps T-Mobile decided to say on Daylight Saving time for one more week.

UPDATE: On a whim, I decided to “reboot” my phone, something I never do. When I turned the phone back on, it had the proper time. So I guess that means that the phone doesn’t turn off daylight saving mode unless it is turned off and turned on again. That seems like a flaw, if you ask me.

I managed to get a pretty good night’s sleep–something on the order of 8-1/2 hours! At one point, I had a dream that I went into the front yard to see that my entire DirecTV apparatus had been stolen–the whole thing was just gone. If I believed that dream analysis had any symbolic value, I’d say it meant I was stressing too much about this whole DirecTV thing. Someone is coming to fix it tomorrow and that will make it all better. (I realized this morning that I have to work from home tomorrow. For some reason, I didn’t make the connection when I called customer support yesterday and agreed to the time.)


The building in which I work is being “refaced”. That is, they are essentially sawing off the outer layer of “skin” and replacing it with new skin. All of that sawing seems to be centered, at the moment, just outside my window. My jaw is vibrating from the noise. Fortunately, I have no meetings today or this could be a problem. Already, I wonder how I am going to be able to read during lunch.