Last night, after we’d wrapped up our CoHing and I was doing some quick e-mail checking and the like, Margie went around the house and very kindly adjusted all the clocks, chattering with me as she did so. The wall clock in the family room, the microwaves, the oven, the bedroom clocks …
Fast forward to this morning, as we both woke up a bit early. I was the slugabed, and wandered downstairs around 7:30a, sat at the computer —
— oh, hell. This DST patch thing was all screwed up. My computer was two hours off! It said 9:30a!
So did Katherine’s.
“What time is it, really?”
“I adjusted all the clocks.”
“Including the clocks upstairs?”
“Yes!”
“You got this one on the wall turned forward an hour?”
“I did! I told you last night when I was doing it!”
Pause.
“Hey — last night you said Fall Back!”
“I did not!”
Well, evidently our internal “patching” effort was a bit more wonky than Microsoft’s. It really was 9:30a. Dagnabbitl
Oh, well. On the bright side, my Google Calendar dates all seem to be correct.
Hmmmm … what’s for breakfast?
Interestingly my computer is fine, and I’ve changed all the clocks, but my phone is wrong. The Sprint network hasn’t updated it’s computers. Now that could set a lot of folks wrong considering how many poeople depend on their phones instead of a watch.
Especially with phones tied into calendar synchronization and other things of that sort. Yikes!
I eventually turn off my phone and on restart it pick up the correct time. But I don’t think that should have been necessary.