Jet lag has hit me harder coming home from this trip than any I remember in the past. The reasons probably include everything from the incredible levels of stress hormones in my system, brought on by the roller-coaster effect over the north Pacific (seriously, I kept being surprised that the plane wasn’t just plunging out of the sky), to the fact that it’s the holiday season which throws off my sleep schedule anyway, to the fact that it’s also winter here and so dark much of the time . . . which makes some of the cues about when to sleep and when to be awake much harder to read. This morning, for instance, I woke up at , wide awake, so I got out of bed and came into the living room and wrapped presents. Ian, who is also suffering, came out to join me about . Around , I noticed that the sky was a deep blue instead of black, and briefly believed it to be past sunset. Which it was in
It’s also lovely to be back with Spackle and friends and friends’ dogs and relatives and relatives’ dogs. And the fact that I woke up from a nap yesterday afternoon, looked at my decorated living room and beautiful tree (which I’d put up Sunday afternoon and evening after arriving back home—my first attempt to combat jet lag was to keep myself up until bedtime here . . .) and thought I was in Thailand dreaming about my house being decorated, and then thought no, I’m not in Thailand . . . but where the hell am I . . . only makes life more interesting.