I don't mind the oblivious part so much, it's all the walking back and forth from one room to another to give my brain a second and third chance.
It's wearing me out.
it used to be we dialed 555-1212 for time, now the computer automagically keeps syncronised, but with some power outages i still have to reset the microwave and oven clocks, the car and the clock Mom keeps in her room i have to do by buttons. i don't wear a watch - if i'm out in the yard i go by how tired i am as to when i come in - just means the ground pillows have gotten uncomfortable and it's time to switch napping stations (just kidding, i can't remember the last time i fell asleep outside)...
I heard a story once : The mechanics that kept Bib Ben running and oiled would set the time by a man who showed up to at 7 am sharp, they would adjust the big clock forward or back at his arrival ~ he would look at the time and if comparing it to his watch ~ satisfied put his watch back in his vest pocket and leave ~ after several years, 10 is long enough ~ they went down to meet this man ~ to thank and tell him they had set the Clock by him ~ The man looked surprised saying he arrived each day to set his watch by Big Ben ```