Mother of Christ.

Reza’s been fighting the sleep and I know it’s directly related to the time change.  They’ve only really been here a couple weeks and that shit is difficult to get used to.  I’m almost there, but only because I’ve had to drag my ass out of bed at 3:00 AM Home Time.  That’s some lameass bullshittery.

I’ve come to the conclusion that one of the biggest challenges in keeping up with friends and family is also related to the time change.  You’d think that three hours is no big deal, right?  But when you factor in the wake-up and go-to-sleep times, then you really only have six hours that meet somewhere in the middle, and usually people are working or eating dinner or spending their time with loved ones who are near.  It’s the nature of the beast, it seems.

Which, in turn, brings up the fact that, in order to remain in contact with people – to continue building relationships from afar – you have to break out of the norm for that to happen.  You find reasons to call, even if it means that all you have is a ten minute window between Daddy’s Time in the Bathroom and Gotta Pick Up The Kids.  You do what you gotta do.

So we appreciate things like calls in the afternoon, even if it’s just a quick two-minute hello from the car to the parking lot; it’s the one time that Quantity IS Quality.

We wish we could see you, but we can’t.  But to hear you?  That’s easy.