Where am I and what season is it?

I wake up and I don’t know where I am. I don’t know anymore what season it is or what time zone it is.

Once upon a time my life was mostly in the same time zone, with the exception of a few phone clients who are mostly on the west coast and the east coast. Then last month I drove across three time zones, to Florida and back, all the while keeping track of my client appointments.

After a mad rush to Albuquerque for my first covid shot, we continued on to Arizona for my CT scan. Then the time changed to daylight savings in New Mexico but not in Arizona! Arizona doesn’t change. Which sounds blissfully simple! Except only about half of my zoom meetings are based in Tucson and the other half are based in Albuquerque. So about half of my zoom meetings changed to daylight savings time and the other half didn’t.

Meanwhile, John’s workplace changed to daylight savings time, so John set a couple of the clocks in Tucson to daylight savings time, and the rest are mountain standard time. Same house – two time zones.

Then we drove back to Albuquerque for my second covid shot and some work John needed to do. So now everything is in daylight savings time except my numerous Tucson zoom meetings.

My calendar is so confused that I’ve started to write time zones in the title of each event. Which helps, but I still make bonehead mistakes like this:

That’s simply wrong, whether we’re in daylight savings time or not. 2:00 Pacific time is never 4:00 mountain daylight or standard time, during the winter or the summer.

In general the weather in Tucson has been great, but not always. Here’s a picture of Kai and I, a day or two after we had slush. I was so grumpy about the slush I didn’t even take a picture. The next day the slush was gone and it was just windy and cold and threatening rain and I was in a somewhat better mood. Or at least willing to smile for the photo. I think I was faking that smile, lol.

Yes, we have Kai at the moment. Kai is going up to Boise soon, but we’ve got him through March. He’s doing fine – I’ll write more about Kai later.

Then the weather improved in Tucson just in time for us to go back to Albuquerque. When we first got back to Albuquerque the weather was equally great. Low 70’s, sitting out in the sun in the backyard admiring the signs of spring…and trying to figure the time zone out…

Then this morning the howling wind woke me up at 2:45 AM. An hour later we lost our power. Then our bedroom light came on when the power returned a couple hours after that! Never mind why – it’s complicated. It’s because our overhead light is not switched, it’s on a remote, which means it’s technically always on, and the remote is not cognizant of power going on and off. At any rate, we were awake most of last night.

I’m slightly nearsighted, so when John opened the blinds in the bedroom this morning, I couldn’t quite understand what I was seeing. It’s a shaft of white light! Go toward the white light!

Or maybe not. Maybe just best to stay in bed.

Ugh! After 80-90 degrees in Florida, and 70-80 degrees in Tucson, and even in the low 70’s in Albuquerque, it’s now winter again. Somehow. Whatever. I’m so confused! Winter sneaks up on me when I least expect it.

At least it’s pretty.

John had to go into work for a meeting and the roads didn’t look too bad. So off he went! As is common in New Mexico, there’s a lot more wind than precipitation. So it’s mostly just a little bit of snow blowing around wildly at high speeds. It’s not nice!

I’m inside with hot mocha and warm spiced grits, feeling very lucky to be indoors. Don’t even ask me what warm spiced grits is. I think you already know that the food I like often doesn’t sound very good to everyone else. Instead of spiced grits, just imagine something you would like to eat on a cold, windy winter morning!

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