Woke up with a start again. Checked my phone:
Felt a mixture of awe and pride over my consistency: Every morning since I arrived in Cape Town my body had been automatically waking up around this time!
Thanked God for the early start.
Tried calling the hubby: couldn’t be reached. It would be mid-morning in Manila so he must be at work.
Sent an email to my boss (whose room was one floor down) to remind her of our 7:30 AM meeting.
Started reading my Bible, then…I dozed off.
Time just flew!
But still sooo tired…
When I woke up again I was startled to see 7:10 AM flashing on my phone.
Jumped straight up, ran to the shower, and was fully dressed and made up in fifteen minutes.
Called my boss and got a puzzling answer: “You’re awake now?”
Ran to the elevator, and when its doors opened to the ground floor…
The restaurant was pitch black.
I had to know what was going on so I went over to the front desk.
“What time does the restaurant open for breakfast?”
“And what time is it?”
Turned out I’d been looking at my other phone, which had gotten stuck to Dubai time.