Sometime in the past decade, our daughter pointed out that cellphones are so good at keeping us plugged into everything imaginable, including the time of day, that wristwatches were nothing more than antiquated accessories. She stopped wearing hers and I, like the ewe that I can be, followed along.
These twin habits of relying on a cellphone for reliable time information and following others off of precipices put me in places at the wrong time while on vacation this month.
A family friend accompanied me on the drive across the desert a week ago Sunday as we headed to our Sedona place. Gil was to join us on that Wednesday night. When we crossed the Colorado River at 11:30 a.m., my friend, studying her cellphone, said “Oh! We’re in a new time zone! The phone just updated to 12:30!”