I don't know if it's that I'm stupid right now or that travel does something to my brain, but when trying to figure out what time it is back in Maryland, I find myself having to count backwards: "If it's 3:23 p.m. here, then it's 4:23 in Denver, 5:23 in New Orleans and 6:23 at home, which means ... it's bathtime for Celeste."
Oh, and tonight bathtime means rolling over (stomach to back) twice by herself even though she was only a little bit mad. And I missed it. *sniffle, sniffle*
P.S. Happy Valentine's Day ...
(Time adjusted to PST)