Killer Lag

My body has no idea what timezone it's in at the moment. A couple of hours ago when I woke up from my first sound sleep since Tuesday night, I couldn't have told you whether I'd slept for two hours, eight hours, or even longer. As I strained to read one of the many clocks that are just too far away to see without my glasses, I had no real way of knowing whether it was closer to 8am, 2pm or 7pm. So I probably have a couple of weird days ahead of me, but it's not a big deal, for some reason I kind of like being out of sync, and at least I can set my own schedule.

We had a nice fast (if 23 hours door-to-door can be called fast), smooth trip home, no delays, no problems. And, yes, I'm very glad we didn't fly British Airways.