So here are the rules set forth by All Things Fadra. Write for five minutes. Don't edit, fix, tweak or touch the words once down. Press publish.
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I have been gonezo, out of the country, halfway around the world on a cross country tour of Nepal with a dear friend (here's a shout out to you Air!), leaving my family behind, high and dry if you ask them, for 2 weeks. Breaks are good, right?
The time difference between here and Kathmandu is 10 3/4 hours (ahead). Have you ever heard of such a thing? Not 10 hours. Not 11 hours. Not even on the half hour. 10 3/4 hours. Whose idea was that? Maybe, I think, Iceland has a wacky time difference by being on the half. I don't know, but, come on Kathmandu. Try calculating this on the fly to figure out a suitable "FaceTime" time or texting time. Actually, because it was morning for me and night for them, there were advantages. I got to quickly participate in a few daddy/daughter date nights (my hubby likes to be occupied). And when it was tucking myself into bed time, they were well into their work days, and 'twas the perfect time tochat. It really turned out well because I would have my day of fun without the worry or, Yikes!, the disruption of daily home life creeping in. The only hitch was my college age son (as always?)who wasn't exactly with the program texting a few times during the night. Gave him a virtual smack upside the head!
Anyway, I haven't strung together more than two or three hours of sleep, particularly during the night, since I arrived home on Wednesday evening. My face falling onto my dinner plate. Yawning all evening while out with friends last night. It's been hard to concentrate. Hard to be productive, even unpack. Hard to do anything. Poor me, right?
This morning, right now, is the first time I don't feel completely inhuman (although I am tired of getting up before 6am everyday). I never knew jet lag could be so...so...debilitating! AHHHHHHH, but it was worth it!
