I’m back in Los Angeles now. The onboard clock on my fitbit which I never bother to adjust from Pacific Time tells me it’s 1:29 PM right now. My watch which I changed to Eastern Time on the flight from Paris to Washington DC so I’d be able to track when my connecting flight was boarding tells me it’s 4:29 PM and my laptop which I haven’t yet adjusted after 3 weeks in Europe tells me it’s 10:29 PM. My internal body clock has no fucking idea what time it is and I’m drinking lots of coffee to try and keep it in the dark on these matters as much as possible.
I got into the habit of taking a midday nap while in Europe, partially fueled by long mornings walking all over the city and chasing my kid around any number of public parks, dull afternoons with shops and restaurants closed, and active evenings when everyone back in the US woke up and started showing their faces on twitter. At the end of 3 weeks I found myself averaging 2 or 3 hours nap and then only needing 4 or 5 later on once I finally called it a day. I don’t know if I’ll be ale to keep that routine up but it’s an interesting idea to consider.