Jet Lag

So I flew back to the desert on Saturday, January 4^th.  I’m told that it takes one day per time zone to feel normal again.

Yup.

Time difference: 10 hours.  Days after my departure till I started writing for my blog again: 10

Freaky!

(Never mind the number of days - 36 - that it took me to post this after writing it...) 

The jet lag was SOOO weird this time.  All week, upon my return, I would be going about my day, and I would suddenly be excruciatingly sleepy for a couple of hours.  I’m not talking about simple head bobbing, foggy, drowsy, drool inducing sleepy.  No, this was worse.

It came on suddenly and caught me unawares.  I would be going about my way and the next thing I would realize was that I was just barely lifting myself out of the quagmire.  Just enough to do something like push a pencil across my desk, and then I would plunge back in.

This pattern repeated itself several times.  I would at some point come up enough for my whole being to scream inside my head, “WHY ARE YOU STILL AWAKE??????”  There were days when my body compelled me to collapse on the bed and sleep.  I have never in my life felt the desire to sleep so intensely.

And then, after about two hours it would pass and I would continue on with the day.  

I would go back to my room, feeling fine.  Get a little drowsy around 8:00.  Push it off.  Go to bed at 10:00, and lie there with my mind engaged and active.

Each day this episode seemed to happen slightly later on than the previous day.  And so, two nights ago, it happened again at 8:00 pm.   This meant that at 10:00 I was wide awake.  But last night it didn’t happen.  At least, not until after I had gone to bed.  I guess that means I’m cured.

Like I said, weird.

So, there’s something for me to look forward to every time I come back to the Kingdom.

Awesome.

And that explains why it took me so long to start blogging after I got back.