I have told people for years that the second night home is the hardest part of jet lag.
Oh . . . do I ever speak truth!
I was all right Monday until around 4.30 p.m. By 5 p.m. I had hit the wall. Crashed into it, actually.
At 7.15, I’m at my desk listening to The Dream of Gerontius from the BBC Proms last Saturday, and I’m hoping I make it to 9 again tonight.
Oh my, but jet lag is an evil mistress.
Now 9 p.m. The Gerontius from last week at the Proms is stunning. Sir Simon Rattle and the Vienna Philharmoniker, plus a bunch of Brits . . . this is GOOD stuff. You can listen for three more days. http://www.bbc.co.uk/events/expxj5#b068tvrv DON’T MISS THIS!!