Home three days and although I repeat that I am emerging from the fog, I underestimate the strength of the body to hold on to the time zone it woke up in. Our sleep is topsy turvy and I am knackered (British for exhausted with an onomatopoeic flare describing me rather perfectly right now.).
The practice must be patience.
Wednesday, our travel day, was smooth but when I first woke up on Thursday, I could not make sense of the entirety of what was Wednesday. Indeed, we boarded a plane at noon in Sydney, flew for 18 hours to arrive in Madison at 5 in the afternoon. We slept some, watched too many movies and ate too often. About six hours before we were to land, we were served a major “snack.” I thought it was breakfast when the crew member woke me up. I woke Julia up and then realized our remaining time. Had I some presence of mind I would have refused the snack and slept. Continue reading