Bryan left for a California trip yesterday. When I woke up this morning, (around 6 a.m., thank you Riley) I wanted to call him. But I couldn't. Because it was three a.m. Pacific Time.
I find that the three hour difference is such a pain. Bryan is asleep when I wake up. By the time he wakes up, I'm well into my day and not in a place where I can stop and chat. I interrupt his afternoon so he can say goodnight to the kids. And by the time he is leaving work, I'm going to bed.
But interestingly, I don't notice the time difference as much when I'm out there.
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