These are the faces of my family. Time zone clocks on my desktop screen.
With Easter coming up, I think back to when all of my children lived in one time zone, never mind under one roof. That was many moons ago. They’re scattered to the winds now.
We have to work hard to all wind up in the same place.
When they were younger, we always took a week to get together at the shore with our extended families. It was glorious. We all loved it.
In order to entice them all back together, we’ve decided to reinstate that tradition.
So, for at least one week out of every year, there will only be one clock I have to look at.