I haven’t turned my clock in the car back an hour yet. I’m thinking I like the clock that way; I gives me this weird sense of time that makes me sometimes feel like life isn’t flying by in the impossible blur that has defined the pace of life lately. For example, tonight when I got in the car, I thought, “Really?!? It’s 10 o’clock, and I’ve still got to go home and try to grade.” Then, I realize that it was really only 9 o’clock. The realization was like buying back an hour of my life. And, I’m pretty absent minded when life is moving in an impossible blur, so I think if I don’t change the clock, I could play that same trick on myself at least once every other day.