I got home from Panama on Saturday evening, and I’m still not adjusted to Pacific time. I can hardly keep my eyes open at 9pm — midnight in the village — and by 4am I’m wide awake. Seven is when I got up every morning, knowing that Gloria would be arriving and making coffee. I love the morning light on the patio, and the bird sounds, and the waves lapping gently on the beach.
I don’t honestly know if aging makes adjusting to changes in time zone a slower process, or whether I’m just a person whose biology requires several days. I’m pushing hard to stay awake at night until a normal bedtime, but there’s no method I know other than the passage of time to stave off a 4am wakeup. 🙂