My DST Discombobulation

I stared anxiously at the bus stop through the front kitchen window this morning, contemplating one simple thing: what the heck time is it?

For a solid five minutes, I debated with myself. Fall back, spring forward. Right? Wait, am I right?

I inspected the microwave and stove clocks. Both read nearly 9am.
(We lost power last week. Did I reset the time correctly?)

I studied my wristwatch. Analog shows almost 9am. Digital, 8am.
(Ah. This is where reading the instructions on synchronizing time would have been useful.)

I referenced the grandfather clock on the living room wall. 12:20. (Did I add AA batteries to the grocery list?)

I checked the Droid. (What am I talking about? I hate this phone. I can't trust this piece of crap.)

I continued to doubt myself until, finally, I saw little munchkins meandering toward the bus stop. Phew. Fall back. Definitely fall back.

I'm neurotic today because...
...I've become useless before my morning coffee.