Jet lag in the same week as daylight savings is wreaking havoc on my brain. As I write this, the clock says 4:12 pm. Oh no. It is still so totally 1:12 pm in my head (or, even, as per DST 12:12). I'm still in my PJs. I didn't have breakfast until noon. I have a headache from oversleeping (better than under-sleeping) and I have absolutely no idea what day it is.
Jet lag. You are cruel.
Aside from the obvious discomfort, however, it is good to be home. When you leave a place for a month, everything seems unfamiliar when you return to it. When I'm away, I remember my apartment smaller and darker than it actually is. I remember my husband hairier (though the shave and the haircut in my absence probably account for this). It feels good to be sitting at my own desk in my own home with my own tea in my own teacup. Even though vacationing is great, and even though all of my family and friends are miraculously generous in their hospitality, there's nothing so lovely as being back in your own space after so much time spent away.
Not so great? The 20 item To Do list (and counting) propped up next to me. Oops. I suppose I should get on with some of it.
I will be here blogging more frequently now. Promise.
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