The case of the advanced alarm clock

I don't remember whether I've already mentioned this, but I have an alarm clock that sets itself to Daylight Saving Time whenever the time comes for it to do so... in the US Mainland. Living in the Plantation means never having to worry that you have to "spring forward and fall back," but that is precisely the predicament I find myself in.

But it's a testament to how busy I've been (or how much time I've wasted) that I just now realized that I've been getting up an hour earlier than usual. I know this because there's a discrepancy between my alarm clock and a Mickey Mouse mechanical clock somewhere on my wall. And yet I don't save any time at all, I find: usually I fall right back asleep.

At least I only have two more seventeen-syllable entries to go.

Thanks for reading.

Song in my head: Jim Brickman, Michelle Wright, "Your Love".