Time constraints not only impact my work world, but my free time as well.

I almost started today's with a blanket statement: Time governs all people's lives.

But as I sat at my keyboard Saturday contemplating such a comment it hit me that while dramatic, such an observation is not entirely accurate. There most certainly are people in the world, and even here in river city, whose daily existence is not molded in some way by time. Consequently, while I shouldn't say all lives are governed by time's passage, I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt that mine is.

If one conjures up a mental image of journalist, it would likely be of some poor soul hunched over a keyboard, trying to pound out a story on deadline with an editor, a production manager, or both, hovering over him or her.That was my life early in my newspaper career both in Hannibal and Newton, Kan., when I was in sports.

Time constraints not only impact my work world, but my free time as well. Such was the case last Friday.

While driving to work on Warren Barrett Drive a weed-filled field caught my eye. With the sun rising behind it, combined with some special weather conditions I'm assuming, it appeared there was a thin layer of fog hovering at the top of the plants. It was at least unique if not a pretty scene.

A short distance away from the field fog another eye-catching photo opportunity presented itself. With the sun still hanging low in the southeastern sky, its light caught a pine tree at such an angle that its shadow filled almost all the southern side of the Mark Twain Hotel Apartment building.

While I had a camera in the seat beside me, I lacked the time that day to stop and indulge myself.

Almost as frustrating as not having the time to do what you want is not having a clock that you trust to tell you what time it is. That situation also came into play on Friday.

On days when my wife, Nancy, does not work at a downtown shop, she will call me and I will join her at home for lunch. Typically her call comes between noon and 12:15 p.m., but when it didn't on Friday I just supposed she had gotten involved in a sewing project and lost track of time. Finally my phone rang close to 1 p.m.

“I've looked at four different clocks and each one says it is a different time,” said my exasperated bride. “All I know is I'm hungry. Would you like lunch now?”

I arrived home to find that the hands of our family's main time piece, a chiming clock in the front room, had stopped at roughly 11:40 a.m. due to four old batteries. The clock-radio in the bedroom, which seems to run a minute or so faster with each passing day, was running about seven minutes ahead of the actual time. Also running fast by a few minutes was a wall clock in the kitchen. The only time piece that appeared to be accurate was the small digital clock in the microwave.

Because we had four of every kind of battery except the size that was needed for the chiming clock, a trip to the store was necessary before it could be restored to service. Consequently, with the time.gov website called up on our computer, a few minutes of time was spent Friday night synchronizing all our clocks to the same time.

Of course as we went to the trouble to reset our clocks that night it occurred to us that on Nov. 5, when Daylight Savings Time ends, we'll need to set aside some time to repeat the clock-setting process all over again.

The views expressed in this column are not necessarily those of the Courier-Post.