Time. Hmmmmmmm. Time is interesting. I rarely think about time. I often forget which day it is. I sometimes wonder what month it is. Usually, when I wake up, my first thoughts before opening my eyes are "Where am I?" ... "What did I do last night?" ... "Did I kill anyone?" ... "Where's my wallet?" ... "Where's my mobile phone?" Hmmmm. Time. Alcohol. Hmmm.
Working at home, I often forget which country I'm in. No joke. It's odd, maybe. I keep my drapes closed. When I sometimes think about time, I glance at the bottom the drapes. If I see light, I think "OK ... it's now daytime."
Speaking of time, I'm getting pretty tired of constantly hearing about AI. I was telling a friend the other day that I know what's coming, and I DO NOT want to be here in 50 years. No joke. I wish someone would finally get around to making a time machine. I want to go back. I'll be first in line to buy one. '61 .. '71 ... either one would be OK. 2071? No thanks!
Rotary phones ... 13-channel televisions ... mom & pop grocery stores ... cars with an 8-track that run on GASOLINE. That'll work fine. If I run out of gas, I'll stick out my thumb and hitchhike.
One hour up, One hour back. Doesn't really matter to me.