It's a two hour change though, isn't it?

I forgot to post this last weekend.  A vivid reminder that we all live in different worlds even though we are roughly in the same space.

Last Sunday, the day of daylight savings time's leap forward, I am reading at Church between the morning services.  I am seated on a sofa in a foyer area and there are two or three ladies standing close by talking about how they are accommodating the change in time.

Lady 1:  I hate losing an hour's sleep.  I try and go to bed an hour early to make up for it but its hard to go to sleep earlier than your usual time.

Lady 2:  I know.  It takes a while to adjust.  I am out of schedule for a whole week after the change.

Lady 3:  I agree.  I don't like changing the time.  It's a two hour change though, isn't it?

Two hours.  And she made it to church on time so I am guessing someone else was actually in charge of the schedule.

You get used to people having sophisticated (pointless) refined arguments about the merits and consequences of Daylights Savings Time and then you come across someone who thinks you set your clocks forwards two hours.  We live in different worlds.