This weekend was Daylight Savings Time where we put the clocks forward one hour. My cell phone, which is my alarm clock, changed when I did something on it. When I reset my alarm (husband updated the software on it) and I closed my eyes for the night, the time was correct and I expected to wake up on Monday morning on time.
We didn't. My clock decided to revert back an hour. I had a little tirade in my tired confusion about how this could happen. We rushed to get ready, and when I went to start my car to leave, the battery was dead. I had taken it in to get the muffler replaced before the weekend, but why would my battery be dead? The doors were properly closed and the dome light was off. There was no explanation for it.
So, I rushed upstairs to grab my husband to drop me off at work. We hopped into the Hybrid and he turned the key. It, too, had a dead battery. We sat there, stunned. How could both of our car batteries die on the same day? We were fortunate that our neighbor was in the garage with his pick-up almost ready to go or we would have called our AAA. Neighbor guy jumped my car and I only ended up at work a half hour late.
The day progressed and I had to restart my computer in the morning after a glitch. The time on my phone's clock went back to normal. I had to take out the battery a few times since it kept going slow and wouldn't work right. After a long day of confusion, I skipped the elevator as usual (not going to dare try that) and went home to find that the internet was down and I had to call my internet provider.
So, I wrote down the MAC address and went outside (we have no coverage in our house without the internet) to talk to them. Husband came home and we left for supper and to pick up our Ghibli Museum tickets from Fedex, and came home to fix the network since the MAC address scenario didn't make any sense.
Actually, the whole day didn't make any sense. It was like the universe was trying to tell us something and I couldn't figure out what it was. I still have no clue.
I didn't complain that it was Monday (I was born and married on a Monday, so I actually enjoy Mondays), or that this was the worst day ever. In my mind, all I could think about were the people in Japan and what they are going through right now. I had no right to really complain. I mean, if this is the worst thing that happens in my week, how can I complain? I just wish I had an explanation, but that's life, right?