One moment it was 11:15 p.m. on a Saturday night, and in the next, it is 12:15 a.m. Sunday morning. I moved my few clocks forward, so I wouldn’t forget later at bed and oversleep on the morrow
I usually go to bed at midnight, but regardless of what the clock says, my head knows it’s not really midnight yet, and so it will be an hour or so before I slip between the covers and finally douse the lights.
But, as we have only the clock to tell the time by, there’s no real way to prove how interminably longer one day is from the other. I’m reminded of Einstein’s train, and some days I feel as if I’m on on that train and holding on for dear life.