I started out fine. Crisscrossing back and forth across the country made me tired, perhaps, but I adjusted smoothly to time changes with limited challenge.
I started Spring just fine, too. I watched with great excitement as the days got longer and longer. As my family knows, every phone call started with "how is the weather?" followed by "have you found a house yet?" followed by "what's new?" What's new ALWAYS included 'it's bright for 12 hours now, for 13 hours now, for 14 hours now...I am sure they don't care that much, at times my dad has sounded as perplexed as he was when I pierced my belly button at 18 (it's gone), but for a cheechako - even one that has seen the midnight sun - it still holds a lot of intrigue.
Suddenly, however, the bright has become light and I now have no concept of time. For weeks, I have been caught at my desk working well - WELL - past 6 believing whole-heartedly it couldn't have been much later than 4 or so. Maui seems to be lucky if she is walked by 7, dinner sometimes happens around 9, and unpacking continues well past midnight - and if it wasn't for the odd glance at a clock, I would never know.
From what I hear, we ain't seen nothing yet and it is only going to get brighter (for longer) - which is bound to make for a very interesting summer. To clarify, I have absolutely no trouble sleeping because of the light, in fact I sleep like a baby (metaphorically, not like either of my nephews) every night. What is fascinating me is my waking hours. The sun really does provide energy - it wakes you up earlier, it keeps you going all day long, and in the case of our lives, well into the night. Now to get Mike to say something other than: 'S@&T, how the h$*& did it get to be X o'clock???
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