The Oven was Right

The microwave and the oven have never seen eye-to-eye. Oh sure, they agree on the minute about half the time, but they've always been at odds when it comes to the hour. It took months to finally remember, permanently, that it was the microwave that had the hour correct; and despite the oven's convincing argument to the contrary, it was in fact ignoring the present for the sake of the future (one hour in the future, to be precise).

Then everything changed. This system, finally ingrained in my mind, that brought a bit of stability and meaning to my life was unraveled, again, by the ineptness of Benjamin (we're on a first-name basis). Without changing a thing, my two anthropomorphized kitchen appliances remained in disagreement about the minute (half of the time), and the hour (all of the time), but it is the oven who is correct now; while the microwave lives in the past.

My watch however remains steadfast in its opposition to DST - much to the torment of my mind, whenever someone inquires of the time. The innocent inquiry turns to regret when they hear me muttering, "it's the oven that's right, so, it must be time +1 hour ... 5:10pm!"