Clocks

Now that we are supposed to be watching the grass grow, and counting raindrops (both of which activities we haven’t had time for......)
And now that we’re home when not at the so-called elitist country-club with our dogs, or running errands........
I’ve noticed certain things that mark the passing of the day. For example:

At 6:55 a.m. a school-bus pulls up out front to pick up kids from the bungalow across the street. We’ve sometimes been in bed past this; although any more it gets light before that, such that often we are up before the school-bus arrives.

At 10:30 or later the letter-carrier stops across the street at the mailbox of our 92-year-old nosy neighbor. She’s driving a navy Sube wagon.
In about five minutes she comes back down the street on our side, stopping at our mailbox.
When I was at the mighty Mezz I never saw the letter-carrier.

At 2:20 or so a clapped-out faded-white Grand Prix angles at our newspaper-tube, and delivers the mighty Mezz.
When I was at the mighty Mezz I often got home in time to see the newspaper-carrier, but not when running errands.
-Our furnace is also a clock of sorts. It has a programmable thermostat which I set at 68° during the day, and 64° at night (it falls back at 8:30 — and gets to 64° in a few hours).
Months ago I had it set to wick up at 7:00 a.m. But then it began getting light before that, so I reset it at 6:30. Now it’s set at 6:00.
And months ago the furnace would run constantly after it wicked up. Now it is warm enough to not run constantly.
So it’s not a noticeable clock any more.