Time Marches (Backwards)

When I arrive at the office of the Co-op to work (all members have to work short shifts a few times a year) the clock on the wall reads nine.

But the real time is actually eight, because of the time change.  So my first job of the day is to go around to all the clocks in the building and spin the hands back an hour.

It doesn’t seem like much, but there is something very satisfying about fixing something so simple, yet so essential.