I just don’t get it. We have lived in Oregon, on the west coast, in the Pacific time zone, for ten months now, and I STILL get thrown by the time zone difference with the east coast. STILL. Like, it just happened, just now, not 30 seconds ago.
I’m sitting at my work laptop, which I deliberately keep on eastern time because it’s helpful during the work day. I don’t usually write from here, but it was on, and I’m lazy. I’m also TIRED, which is why, when I glanced at the clock on the corner and it said 11:55pm, I thought to myself, No wonder I’m tired. It’s MIDNIGHT. What am I still doing up? Yeah, NO. It’s 9pm. It’s not that late. I have plenty of reasons to be tired – I’ve been up since 5:45, I haven’t been getting enough sleep lately, and I think I’m getting sick again – but it being midnight is not one of them. BECAUSE IT’S NOT MIDNIGHT.