Changing time zones

Our unusual household schedule works pretty well under normal circumstances. Tod works into the wee hours so that he can connect with colleagues in London; I rise early because I function best in the morning. We each get some quiet time alone to focus on our projects and we enjoy lunch and dinner together on most days.
But today we begin our holiday. Tourists in Japan are expected to rise early, see the sights before 5:00 when temples and museums shut their doors, then retire for drinks and dinner.
So in about 60 minutes, Tod will be wrenched back into the local time zone. I’ll try to do it gently, with a hot mug of coffee and a kiss on the forehead, but it’s going to be a rude awakening regardless. Tod will be sleepwalking until we reach Oita, and feeling jetlagged for a couple of days even though we’re not leaving Japan.
We figured out that Tod lives on India time. Maybe next year, we’ll travel there and I’ll be the one making the adjustment.