Lake Time

I thought I was above such things, but here I am; back in St. Louis, still on Lake Time. I have school tomorrow. I have an inbox full of email. I have languages to pick back up. I know all this, but part of me is still at the lake, up on the cliff with the cool wind and the unbelievably blue sky, the grey rocks nestled in gold grass, or under a pine in the park, looking out onto the lake from the lush, damp grass. It is... adjusting for daylights savings and everything else, 9:24 PM. That gives me approximately 9 hours to adjust to my real life style. ¡Que lastima!