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the wife lives by the clock. she has her life planned down to the minute. the loss of only a few seconds will confuse and disorient her. the loss of an entire hour will echo for weeks.
It is spring, and as we do every spring to honor the mystery of day light savings, we sprung forward an hour. actually the usage of "we" includes everyone except the wife.
the first 24 hours of daylight savings time, she lives in denial and refuses to acknowledge the change. i have learned to let it go, because i do not want to lose another hour of my life arguing with her about what time it "really" is.
the days following she may acknowledge the change when interacting with others that require standardized time (doctors, repairmen, mall shop owners, etc.) but family and friends are forced to live an hour in the past with her.
the weeks following are filled with whining about how screwed up everything is and how nothing feels right. it then becomes an excuse for anything that goes wrong. often times she uses it to her benefit, but some times she gets confused and claims excuses that would come from falling back an hour rather than springing forward an hour. whatever best suits her purpose.
october 26 we will fall back an hour, and she will once again descend into 4 weeks of chaos and anger.