The time change is a killer...

We were in Cali the weekend of the time change. California is already a 2 hour time difference from where we live. So factoring in the time change, it felt like a 3 hour time difference the entire weekend.

Which didn't really matter while we were there because we don't really operate on any sort of a schedule when we are on prayer group retreat. Because we're too busy talking. Usually someone's stomach finally growls loud enough to hear over all the words and we remember to eat.

If anything it made us feel decades older than we actually are. We were all hungry and ready to eat dinner and it was only 3 in the afternoon. And then we were ready for bed by 8:00.

No alarms means no bed times, so the time change didn't matter until we headed home. Going home was KILLER.

And I woke up the next morning to 4 straight days in Kindergarten. The 5 year olds worked hard to steal my San Diego buzz.

Thank goodness I got to drink my morning coffee out of this:


It makes me smile.