Ever have one of those days when you knew from the moment you gained consciousness that it would be akin to passing a gallstone? Yeah, having one of those special events today.
It all started at 5:30 this morning, after only being asleep for 4ish hours due to a 100-mile drive home from hanging out with friends and family north of the Gila River for the weekend. The noises that blared out of my iPod dock/alarm clock thing-a-ma-bob could only be described as offensive to the ears. We humans think that we've got everything figured out on this earth - except that we've created things too smart for our own good.
My alarm clock, which should count its electrode blessings that it remains in one piece, decided that it didn't give a flaming cowpie that Arizona doesn't observe Daylight Savings Time. No, no - in fact, it was so stubborn to its routine that on the first Monday after DST kicks in (today), the alarm was given a shot of Jagger and Red Bull to make sure its lowly human servant didn't miss his morning appointments. So there it screeched, an hour earlier than its usual morning tantrum, having automatically changed its time zone so I wouldn't have to bother...
How kind of it.