Two items of note:
1) Today is New Year’s Day [Observed]
2) Our Atomic Clock is suddenly 10 minutes slow
Because New Year’s Day fell on a Sunday, which we all agree isn’t a real day, its observance was transferred to the closest legitimate day, which, in this case, is Monday. Sure, Sunday is a day, and it’s even the Lord’s Day, but then again they all are, right? If God were only allowed to own one day of the week, He’s only a mid-level manager… born in a low-level manger (Christmas ba-doom jinglebells.)
The illegitimacy of Sunday is reinforced by Daylight Savings Time [Observed] which always falls on a Sunday, since that day doesn’t really exist in the chronoverse. Sunday is time’s punching bag.
Now that I think about it, our trusty Atomic Clock, which receives its time from space (cue: David Bowie tribute), was off by 10 minutes on Sunday morning. Where do 10 minutes go? Are they Left Behind (cue: Kirk Cameron reference) in 2016? Of all the clocks in our home, from oven to basement, from alarm clock to forgotten watch whose 1:00 AM alarm cannot be disabled, it is our bathroom clock that we most rely on as the Big Ben (cue: overt London clipart in Monty Python style.) For SpaceClock to be wrong, even by a second and certainly by 600 of them (seconds, I mean,) is torturous to my sense of time elasticity.
I woke up Sunday after a good long sleep that stretched from about 9:30pm to 5am, which means I totally slept through the New Year’s ball drop. One might say I dropped the ball on observing the New Year, but they shouldn’t. I wasn’t sure it was 2017 until I checked my phone.
Thankfully, we’ve been given this fine Monday to let this all sink in. Happy New Year!
