Just to keep up with the Seattle stereotype, I am sitting at a coffeeshop drinking an americano. I have a moment or two to write because this is the time where my "East Coast day" ends, and the rest of this one begins.
Let me explain. Since moving to Seattle, I have gotten up between 5:30 and 6:00am (usually) so I can start work at the same time as those in Boston, DC, etc. So far, that's worked out really well for the job. I feel more connected with my coworkers than I would if I just caught them on their way out the door while my day was beginning. It helps that I'm a morning person and like to get stuff done and out of the way.
The downside is that it is, in fact, on 2:30 in the afternoon here and I could easily imagine that it's dinnertime and get ready to wind down for the day. Fortunately, an effective medication for this feeling is espresso, which they really do have in abundance here. (My college roommates may remember watching 'Singles' a thousand times at the house -- although this may have just been Nancy and me. Seattle is not *quite* like that.)
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