That time of year

Drat, time to change the car clock again. As always, it's about being near the car at the time that I happen to remember my clock needs resetting.

For two weeks, every time I remembered my car clock, it was either not near enough noon for me to deal with the clock or it was not convenient. And so my clock had remained an hour behind for two weeks.

On this day, I was cruising to work just before 11. My clock said "10:55" and somehow my brain did the necessary stunt to tell me that "10:55 is just 5 minutes before noon," that is, when it comes to resetting my car clock.

I had only five minutes to pull over, get a wrench out of my trunk, unhook my car battery and set up the camera on the tripod and attempt to look relaxed. Done.