Daylight savings time adjustments are always rough. A random day when time (Evan's trusted, frequently checked constant) randomly shifts. It isn't natural. He doesn't like it. He doesn't trust it.
We still discuss time zones and how our parents live in a different time than our brothers than our sister. Evan asks to double check that they really have a different time at the same time.
To him, I surprisingly, casually decide to change the very clockwork of his life. And it happens late at night, sneakily, while he sleeps.
Before going to bed last night, I changed the stove, microwave, and bathroom clocks. But Evan checked his own computer, clock, and phones, and they were on the old times.
It is 11 o'clock! It isn't midnight. Jason, check your computer!
Since it wasn't 2am, it was still the old time. Evan spent an hour readjusting all of the clocks back to their proper time.
So this morning, with church starting in 30 minutes instead of 90 minutes, I restarted his phone (it updated the time) and adjusted his clock.
Evan thought this was cheating. He was not amused. We were late.
