Four days. One hour. One minute.

I've never quite gotten used to living on the east coast, in the eastern time zone. I lived in central time all my life before late 2003, and now that I live in another zone, it's just different enough to be disconcerting. The news is on at the wrong time. It gets dark differently, here.

But I've just this minute, poking around the leaky cauldron looking at pictures of the HP book going into the mail, come a long way to reconciling myself to living in the wrong time zone. Well, I will have my copy an hour before I would if I were a central-timer, after all!

Yes. To such depths have I sunk.