Time zone blues

The trip to Taos provided a time zone change, and with it the game of Which Time Is It? Despite not resetting our car clock, or watches, invariably when the question of what time it was came up, the answer was always followed with a "is that our time or their time" question. This got old rather fast. Sunday night after we've been at home all day back in Austin, as we're going to sleep Sean asks me the time, and after I answered, she asked the question, our time or their time. On Monday, I hope we are finally cured of that disease.