Jet lag. Oh jet lag. Why dost thou kick at me so?
Wednesday evening — I sat down to do some school work. And dozed off. At 9 p.m. I gave up and went to bed.
And then was wide awake at 3 a.m. Auggie decided the time was nigh to rise and start the day. He finally understood I was not yet ready to get up.
We both stayed abed until 5.
And so, at 5.30 a.m., I ate a bowl of grits with butter, then got to work on some office emails and calendar work.
I love Wikipedia’s note that “for eastward travel, adjusting to the new time zone takes, in days, approximately two-thirds the number of time zones crossed.” I crossed fourteen time zones. My adjustment period will last a couple more days yet.
Fly the friendly skies? No problem! But what about sleeping the friendly sleep?