Walking from the Kitchen to the Living Room, I can count 15 devices that tell time. Some of them claim to know when Daylight Savings Time hits and to reset themselves. Most of those items refuse to acknowledge any legislation signed by our illustrious ex-President, so if I reset those items, I'll probably just have to do it again in April.
One of my clocks claims to know when D.S.T. begins, (not today), and when I adjust it, it just changes back to what it read before I started. I won't be stepping out of any airlocks without unplugging that one.
So, I've currently got a choice of three different times to believe it is here:
A.) The time on the clocks successfully reset.
B.) The time on the clocks I haven't bothered with yet and the ones that refuse to be told what to do.
C.) The time on the antique school clock which hasn't been wound in a week. That one tells me it's 3 hours and 43 minutes later than I think. (I'll just wait to catch up to that one and then wind it.)
Some people find this whole time-shift disconcerting. I find it comforting that for at least two days a year, I get a pass on when the proper time is to do stuff. Naps help too.