I am constantly living between worlds, it’s very strange.
My nephew Oscar (yay!) was born on July 13th at 12.08 pm (noon) but then, it’s only 9.52 am on the 13th of July as I write those words, so technically I suppose he’s not really born?
I work on a conference that’s happening in Boston in a few weeks, and my work day starts at 14.00 and ends around midnight every day. Not to mention that some of the people I work with are on the West Coast. So they go to bed when I’m getting up and vice versa. The good part is, we ensure 24 hour service.
A strange life, I tell you.