Ever since I moved here to California, I find myself unconsciously adding 3 to the hour each time I look at a clock.
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It’s been interesting reading your observations about acclimating to Bay Area/California life, as they often mirror mine when I moved away from there to D.C. Part of my brain is always on Pacific Time (especially since my parents, whom I telephone often, still live there).