When the familiar becomes unfamiliar
After a month in Italy, my body clock finally adjusted to the time change. But that wasn't the case until nearly the end of the Winter Olympics. During most of that, I wasn't on my usual Central time nor on Italian time but rather "Disoriented time," which is to say whatever time it felt like to me was absolutely not the time it actually was.
More than once, I'd log on to the Internet around 9:30 p.m. to check basketball scores
and realize once again that it was still in the afternoon ...
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