Our first night in Dublin we were so disoriented (we didn’t sleep on the plane the night before) that we didn’t realize that it stayed light until 11:00 p.m.
The next morning we checked the weather on Mike’s phone, while still lying in bed. We saw, “Cloudy a.m./Sun at night,” and laughed our asses off. We immediately had to check Sunset in Dublin and when we saw 10:42 p.m. we felt like we’d hit the jackpot. Which I still do. Every day is two days!
I play tricks with time all the time. I wake up at 8:30 a.m. and think, it’s only 3:30 a.m., I can sleep longer. When I do get up, I think “It’s only 4:30 a.m., I can screw around online before I get to work. And when I do get up and start answering work-from-home emails, I feel like I’m still getting a jump on the day.
All day long I remind myself of what time it is at home, so at 7:00 p.m. here I can have another beer because it’s only 2:00 p.m. at home, which means I can have another drink, something to eat, and STILL get home before it’s the end of the American workday.
We have been having two readings a week, and when they’re over around 8:30 p.m or 9:00 p.m., everyone is in the same head space of saying, “Sure, let’s stop on the half hour walk home and have a drink” because it’s still so very light outside, it feels like it’s 6:00 p.m.
I’m going to miss these double days the most, I think. For a person with my energy levels, (and work load) it’s a terrific way to live.