With apologies to Paul Simon:
Hello jet lag, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the ache of jet lag
In restless dreams I flew alone
Friendly skies, but never prone
‘Neath the halo of a blazing sun
I could not sleep — this is no fun
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
I kept awake, with jet lag
Meanwhile, on this Sunday, I decided to repair to my bed after breakfast to listen an NPR story before showering and venturing forth into the gray day. Church was on the agenda, and brunch later.
Instead, I day-slept from 930 a.m. to noon.
My body is still a mess from the travel and time zone changes!
