Brother Tulles, from the Stake High Council, last night reminded me of Daylight Savings time. So did Bret, because his palm pilot reminded him. So I went to sleep last night, thinking, "Great! An extra hour of sleep!" In the morning my alarm went off, but I shut it off and slept another hour. Later, I got up, showered, dressed, and looked at my phone again. I had a text from Reed that said, "Where are you?"
Thinking he had arrived in an empty parking lot, I smugly replied, "It's daylight savings time. I'll be at the church [for our leadership meeting] in half an hour."
Michael was supposed to be there too, so just to make sure, I looked in his room to see if he was still here. He was. I also called the local Time & Temp number to be sure that the time had really switched. They also confirmed that the hour was indeed changed. I felt very self-assured.
Then Bret started poking holes in my confidence. He yelled out, "I think daylight savings isn't until next week. I just looked it up on www.time.gov!" Of course I didn't want to believe him, because that would mean I was already 40 minutes late to my 1-hour meeting. I pointed to the evidence I had in my favor. Time and Temp can't possibly be wrong! But he persisted.
I arrived at the meeting in time to hear the last of President Burnham's talk, and then got some muffins. Michael showed up about then, too. It was a bitter-sweet breakfast.