I doubt that I'll ever make a friend of time zones. Oh they're well and good when you're in them, but when the time comes to change from one to another they rear their ugly little heads and make you believe it's earlier than when you stepped on the plane. But all it really means is you have to relive 2PM twice in one day. You think I'd be used to them given all the traveling I do, but I'm afraid it isn't to be. They simply do not wish to be friendly.
Especially when you have a meeting with a new publishing house scheduled for tomorrow. And a rough draft you need to put the finishing touches on. And a meeting with your new boss at the Police Department in a few days. But hey, all my stuff got here in one piece, including the box of the last Caroline Keene book put out by my last publisher. Ex-publisher. Has a nice ring to it. ...which makes this a contractually mandated divorce present from an ex?