I have love, love, loved - fanatically loved - the alarm clock I have. It alternates between showing the time and then the outside temperature on the ceiling All Night Long. Some people might be annoyed at a neon red light flashing on the ceiling all night. But somehow - to me, it's become a sign that all is right with the world, and that there IS an outside world, obviously, because it has a temperature.
I have done something to the clock, and I can no longer convince it to accept my current time zone. No matter how many times I reset that dang thing, after about an hour it changes itself back to Nairobi time. Not even kidding.
3 nights ago I woke up in the dark of night and drowsily looked up to check the time, which was flashing 9:oo AM. It jolted me awake because I was supposed to have met my running partner Kami at 6. But clearly it was still dark, and even at 6 am it's not dark these days. So I slowly put two and two together....
well, it was more like I slowly figured out that I was back on Nairobi time, and then subtracted 8 hours off what the clock said, to figure out the time. Then I stared at the ceiling wondering whether Nairobi has daylight savings time, and contemplating the fact that I was up at either 1 or 2 am, or maybe it was midnight, and why was I lying here practically having to do CALCULUS in bed?
And that right there, was when my love affair with my clock began to go downhill. (and I think I even heard Gwen Stefani singing Don't Speak somewhere off in the distance.)
Because clearly any clock that forces me to do MATH in the middle of the night is NOT a keeper.
And anyway, these kinds of long distance relationships are much too hard to maintain.