The clock got moved ahead an hour (who knows how) so hubby flew out of bed this morning thinking he was late to volunteer for the Farmer's Market. It wasn't until I moved the car for him so that he could get out in his hurry that we realized he was actually an hour early. So he went back into the house for breakfast and I went back to bed.
Oddly enough, I woke a bit later to "realize" I was late for the Farmer's Market. I threw on some clothes, brushed my hair, and darted for the door. My car doesn't have a clock in it, so it wasn't until I was at the Farmer's Market (nobody there!) that I remembered the clock in the bedroom was an hour ahead.
I'm glad the Market isn't far from home. I guess I could have stayed to help the volunteers get ready, but a relaxed breakfast at home sounded more my speed.