My Darling B texted me as I was wandering the aisles of the grocery store yesterday evening: “OMG it’s five o’clock! I thought it was four! Where did that hour go?” Well, I found that lost hour this morning.
When Boo scratched at our bedroom door and I rolled over to glance at the time, my phone said it was six-thirty, which was about what I expected. Sparky and Scooter scramble to scarf down the food that’s doled out to them at five-thirty by an automatic feeder, but Boo doesn’t scramble for anything; she’s too old, and even when she was young she was a little too full of herself to want to seem needy. She usually waits until about an hour after the boys have eaten before she starts nagging me.
I’m such a light sleeper than I can’t ignore her, so I usually roll out of bed right away, dole out some kibble, then crawl back into bed, and that’s what I did. A minute or two after I curled up under the quilts, I heard the automatic feeders whirr and thought, “That’s weird. How did their timers lose an hour?” But then I looked at my phone and saw that it wasn’t six-thirty; it was in fact five-thirty! The lost hour was back!
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