Evan has an obsession with time. He loves knowing how long it is until something starts or ends. He's a man of a schedule. He checks both of his cell phones for the time. And having the accurate time is paramount.
On our road trip out here, during a stressful moment when Mackey was killing my car's manual transmission and we were going to miss an exit, Evan pointed out we needed to change the time to central time zone.
I say I will. Still helping Mackey shift.
Evan taps me on the shoulder and points strongly at the clock.
I stop to fix the time. And then get in the right gear. And we make our exit.
Priorities.
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