Something wonderful happens to your perception of time when spending life in constant transit... Days of the week are slowly and surreptitiously replaced by the locations in which that time was spent, a fascinating (and admittedly welcome) departure from the quotidian oscillations between weekdays and weekends. Yesterday is more Arizona than it is Sunday; a month ago is much less February but instead a different continent altogether. The structure around which life is measured is inverted, with time redefined - each hour now a slice of life experienced rather than a unit of life spent. Safe to say I’m excited to see where future days hold.