When I went to bed last night, my clock-radio said 1:55. When I woke up it said 1:37. Since it was light out, I first thought that I'd slept 11 hours. Then I wondered if the power had gone off and it had reset itself to midinight, since I really can't imagine sleeping for 11 hours. When I got to the kitchen, the clocks there said it was around 8am. The microwave clock wasn't flashing, so it wasn't a power outage. Hmmm...
My clock radio now says 2:53, so it's working, apparently.
Tres bizarre...
Space aliens? Well, do you have that (how shall I put this delicately) "probed" feeling?
Posted by: Harvey at November 18, 2003 10:49 AMheh heh Harvey said probed!
[There is no sex in the Champagne Room]
Posted by: The Bartender at November 18, 2003 01:20 PMI think it had something to do with it bein' Twilight Zone Tuesday.
Posted by: Tiger at November 19, 2003 12:30 AMI blame the cat. Our cats are forever changing the time on our alarm clocks (they jump up on the nightstand, and their big, clumsy paws land on the 'hour' or 'minute' button). Befuddled me until I saw the fattest one do it once. She jumped the damn thing ahead 3 hours in one leap.
Posted by: Dana at November 19, 2003 02:06 AMSusie, I know I linked this post. I wonder why it didn't ping???
Posted by: The Bartender at November 19, 2003 04:18 PM