Last night was the annual Spring Forward to Daylight Savings Time.
As I often do on Saturday Night I fell asleep with the TV on, but set to turn off automatically. As usual I fell asleep with it playing.
Around 1:45 I was waken by my phone buzzing. I had received a text message from a friend. I didn’t answer the text, but I did get up to use the bathroom. Which at my age isn’t unusual.
A few minutes later I heard my wife’s alarm go off. I knew she had needed to get up early to go to work, but I didn’t think it was this early. As she said goodbye I noticed it was almost 3:30.
I was pretty certain that I hadn’t gone to sleep and it felt like I had only been awake for a short period of time. That’s when it hit me. Her alarm did go off at 3.
It may have been the first time I was awake when we skipped from 1:59 and 59 seconds to 3am. It became the fastest hour I even experience. I didn’t even have a chance to blink.
I know I have lived through this blink of time change for Daylight Saving Time, but usually I am asleep and don’t notice the hour that expires in less than a second.