As everybody should know, last weekend was the usual pointless time change.  (If you didn’t know, well…that’s why you’ve been an hour early the last couple days.  If you’re perennially late like me, you may just want to leave your clocks the way they are.)  The time officially changes very early in the morning when most people are asleep, but I’m a night owl, so I was awake for that watershed moment at which I have to reset my watch and a few clocks because nearly 90 years ago some busybody thought it would be brilliant to tinker with the untinkerable.  Out of curiosity, I brought up the onscreen tv listings to see how they handled the change, and this is what I saw:

I suppose that’s not so bad; after all, I’m just reliving an hour.  But I’m certainly not looking forward to the spring time change, when the listings will jump from 1:30 to 3:00 and I’ll take a moment to mourn the hour I never had the privilege to know.