Crossing the Time Zone

"Our pool is now open and our regular schedule of water exercise classes will soon begin." said Ruby's phone message machine one night last week.

Ruby was filled with resolve. She was going to take their morning class. She checked their schedule. It was Monday, Wednesday Thursday 7 to 7:45 a.m.

"I will just have to take a nap before work on those days" said Ruby, with her usual Polly-Anna attitude.

Monday morning, at 6 a.m. Ruby's alarm clock rang. It took a minute or two to remember why. She then groggily tore herself from the bed and put her swimming suit on and her sweat suit over that. She brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and headed to the pool without so much as a cup of coffee.

It takes about 30 minutes to get to the pool from Ruby's cottage. It was still dark, and still night time as far as she was concerned. There were no cars in the parking lot. The building was locked. Ruby waited until 7 o'clock, still no cars,so she went home.As soon as she got home, she went back to bed and slept until 10. She went through the remainder of the day, feeling like her brain was incased in a cotton sock.

"I called the pool, and found out their regular schedule does not start until Tuesday" she said. "However, I know this is not going to work for me. I am going to look for an exercise class that is in my own time zone!"