"You're a Taskmaster"

That's what Meagan told me at dinner last night. With a smile on her face. One side effect of her stroke is a lack of a sense of time. So she will start something with a goal of completing it in say, half an hour, such as dressing. But she has no clue about how much time has elapsed. Plus she gets going on something but then forgets what she was doing. So when you are on a trip, with starting times for events, airplane arrival and departure times, and connecting times arranged with other people for meetups or dinner, and you yourself have no sense of time or the passing of time, you need an external force. Thus the newest cabana boy duty, time clock management. Thus the moniker, Taskmaster. One hint, add in ten minute buffers...