Month: January 2017

Overheard behind me at work: a lively and friendly discussion on the topic of “women of which race look the worst as they age”.

Really classy, this place.

And I pretended to be engrossed in my screens and said nothing.

The only landmass in GMT-2 are South Georgia and South Sandwich Islands.
They are uninhabited, making this time zone the loneliest in the world.

They are off the coast of the Falklands, closer to Antarctica than most other places. Or since I will pretend to be Argentinian, maybe I should call them Malvinas?

In my perfect world, I’d go to bed at midnight and get up at 8.

Perhaps all I need to do is move all clocks in the house forward 3 hours.

And start wearing a wristwatch, to remind me of where I am in the day.
And change the region on my phone to GMT-2 instead of GMT-5.

So, 5:00am would magically turn into 8am.

I would get up at “8am”, have breakfast in the dark and hang out at home until it’s “10am”. This would be the best part of my day.

I would drop L off at the daycare at “11am”, and be at work by
noon.

I would leave work, like they do in Argentina, at “8:30pm”, and
be home by “9:30pm” (or a little later if I’m doing the pickup).

L would have his dinner and bath, and go down to sleep at “10:15pm”,
which is when we would have a Buenos-Aires-like dinner (with a little less meat but just as much Malbec ), read, get ready for sleep, and get to bed at “midnight”.

Maybe this would work…

Daytime trip to the park by the sea. Stayed in the car the entire time and driving in circles because L fell asleep and dripped water on self.

Returned and did the best thing – slept for four hours.

Feeling significantly more human, and can actually remember things.