The three that I have that still don't auto-update are the stove, the microwave and a wall clock. They're all in the kitchen. Whenever I happen to notice they don't match the time on my cell phone, I'll switch them. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the next day. Whatever. It's become rather unimportant to me in the last couple of years since I retired.
When I was still working a regular job in my regular career, I was really tightly wound up about clocks and times and scheduling and never being late for anything, always early and on time. Organizing my time around lots of meetings and updates and deadlines and so forth was WAY up on my priority list. I faithfully updated every clock in my world the night before on days like this, as recommended, ESPECIALLY in the days before so many automatically updated themselves.
I can remember when the new quartz watch accuracy was all the rage, advertised to the nth of a second. I would set my watch to the second, and if someone asked what time it was, I would look at my watch and answer them to the second, updating as the seconds ticked by, "12:42:33, 34, 35..." It was an ongoing joke between me and my coworkers, and I always said, "why does it matter if it's good to the "nth of a second" if you don't use it?". I was just getting my money's worth.
Since retiring though, that slavery to time has nearly all slipped away, and good riddance. I'm so much more relaxed now without it. My studio is at home, so whenever my portrait clients show up is fine. I don't have so many that their appointments might overlap. It's pretty loose, like, "see you between 1 and 3 on Tuesday then". Other than that, I have a medical appointment here and there to be at, and I'm all set. Beyond that, time means nothing to me. Often it comes down to, "oh look... it's light out".
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