My nephew Oscar (yay!) was born on July 13th at 12.08 pm (noon) but then, it's only 9.52 am on the 13th of July as I write those words, so technically I suppose he's not really born?

I work on a conference that's happening in Boston in a few weeks, and my work day starts at 14.00 and ends around midnight every day. Not to mention that some of the people I work with are on the West Coast. So they go to bed when I'm getting up and vice versa. The good part is, we ensure 24 hour service.

A strange life, I tell you.