I woke up this morning and the sun wasn’t up.  My pre-dawn logic center chalked it up to Daylight Savings and seeing I had slept a bit through the alarm, and I booked into the shower, shaved fast enough that I still felt it three hours later and had the sartorial coordination of bindle stiff.  I looked in the kitchen and saw the clock: two hours behind.  I double checked my computer and indeed my alarm was two hours slow making the clock effectively two hours fast.  So, I sat dressed at the kitchen table, fully dressed, and promptly fell asleep missing my train.  My father came home, and I asked him if he messed with my alarm, he said yes and that he’d set all the clocks in the house, he didn’t remember setting my clock so he did it again.  Two hours early turn into three hours late.