I woke up this morning (no alarm; I almost never use one), stretched and opened my eyes. “What is it, like 7:20?” I thought.

It was. It was exactly 7:20.

This happens to me a lot, where I wake up, mentally guess the time, and hit it right on the nose. This is the third time in the past few days that has happened.

As a musician, has my sense of time become that expansive?

Obviously, light (or lack of it) in the room can be a clue to a general time, but that marker moves, too, especially here in the Pacific Northwest where we are entering that part of year with amazing long twilights in the evenings.

The only explanation: I am an android whose internal chronometer occasionally leaks into my conscious thought. Guess I need a new gasket or something.