Compensating for time disturbance
In preparation for the adjustment of time, I rolled back things this afternoon. I’m not a believer in this twice yearly ritual of resetting a dozen clocks (it doesn’t “save” time, and science has shown an increase in heart attacks and pedestrian accidents as a result of the tampering with nature). And so, when offered the chance to watch (rewatch) Indian Jones and the Temple of Doom…
I like the movie. I like the imaginary airplane, and the subterran snake chamber. I like the interior shots of a submarine pen. All stuff I’d go to see in real life, if offered the chance. The afternoon was painless, and now I’ll try to sleep without the stress of knowing that my internal clock is going to suffer. That farmer had better be up early to compensate. Ditto for the factory folk.
Heard a little from son #2 about his new career path. Looks like he’ll be “the man” in one of the local sites before too much longer. Responsible, seven days a week, for someone else’s pleasure. How altruistic is that?
The dog made an impromptu visit to the vet this morning. Some test meds, to see if stress relief does come in a bottle (see above). We’re supposed to observe for the next few months, without modifying our own habits. Science. I just hope that he (the dog) doesn’t turn into a night owl. Too much of that around here already. What would be a canine choice on Netflix, I wonder? And will we see transcripts of the interviews, or is that covered under doctor-dog relationship?
