Robb was always keenly aware of the tasks to be completed, and we often teased that he had the 'shortest to-do list' of any man on earth. If something needed done, he did it. Cross it off the list. Done. Clean slate.
This most especially applied to the practices of Daylight Savings. He changed every clock in our home, with no help from me - and he was so intense about the task that he started 12-24 hours in advance.
Which means I spent 12-24 hours with no clarity of which clocks had been changed or what time it really was. Because, by golly, he was on it.
(This semi annual routine led to many half-serious arguments - "Could you please wait until bedtime to do this? Please? I have no blessed idea what time it is. All the livelong day, no idea.")
And so now it's my job. And so far, the only clocks that have been changed are the digital by my bed (because I needed one resource to help me wake up on time) and the wall clock in the kitchen (because my mom did it for me). And for crying out loud, we have at least a dozen more in the house.
Guess I better get on that, then.
The truth is, I'll probably spend the next six months mentally reminding myself that the clock in the van is an hour behind.
(That man took very good care of me. The word 'spoiled' comes to mind.)