This morning, I woke two hours early after unpleasant dreams of shipwrecks, old and new friends, and theological views I don't share. I don't know what to make of dreams where I'm lead to the afterlife from the broken keel of a ship where my best friends of youth were sailing. Probably it's just the good neurons burning out as I lose memories. It's okay; I don't remember them much anyway.
As is evident from the timestamp on this message, I haven't solved this problem yet. My clock has continued to fall out of sync this last month. Next week I fly to the city I still call home, two time zones earlier.
My suspicion is that the day I arrive in the early evening, I will have dinner with a friend or two and then sleep blissfully until my body clock aligns to the local time.
Leaving Madison has always been a complicated decision for me. My connections there, UPL aside, remain strong to an extent that I don't like to discuss. The tech sector there is passable. Most importantly, my surrogate parents live there, and more then any blood relations, I want them to be proud of my accomplishments. They usually are; as their "third son" I've done well, but not so well that during my last visit they didn't ask when I was moving back home.
I didn't have a good answer. The side job does require me to be here, and the day job hasn't yet enveloped Madison in the web of central cities with great CS departments to have a local office. It will, within a year, in m opinion. But I still couldn't move back.