I should stop being annoyed by my constant time zone confusion and treat it like an adventure. Friday morning at 9am (local), I looked at the forecast and saw that rain was predicted for 12:30. “Oh, no,” I said. “I want to run, but it might rain on me while I’m out there. That sucks.” THEN I remembered that no, even though my laptop says it’s noon, and everyone I work with is heading out to lunch, and I’ve been working for long enough that it feels like midday, the 12:30 forecast for rain is three and a half hours in my future, not half an hour. I’ve been to noon already, I’ve seen the rain coming, but now I’m back to 9am and I have plenty of time to run.
I AM A TIME TRAVELER.