The night before last I set the alarm on my iPhone for 4:55, about 15 minutes earlier than I usually get up.
At 3:55 the alarm went off, waking me from a sound, sound sleep. I looked at the time on the phone: 3:55. I looked at the clock on my bedside table, which also read 3:55. I was half asleep but I had the presence of mind to check to see for what time the alarm was set. On the iPhone you set the alarm by twirling through these fun little dials.
I must have flicked my finger and turned it to 3, rather than stopping on 4. I checked and no, the alarm was set for 4:55 a.m., not 3:55 a.m.
"Huh," I thought.
I tried to go back to sleep but you know what that’s like: when the alarm is going off in an hour and the more you lie there and think, “I want to go to sleep. I want to go to sleep,” the less you can actually get to sleep.
I dozed until Jeffrey’s alarm went off. “What time is it?” I said. It was 5:15.
My alarm sounded an hour early, then sat there all quiet when it was supposed to go off.
Last night, I set the alarm for 5:05. This morning at 4:05 on the nose it went off.
I think my iPhone has been reading my blog and knows how I feel about daylight savings time. I think it’s trying to show its support by proving how ridiculous a one-hour time difference is.
Or maybe not.
It's just weird, huh?