(written on the 27th, forgot to post)
Somehow, I thought that because I was only in San Francisco for two full days and three nights that I wouldn’t really have to deal with the effects of jet lag. I would leave the hotel in the morning, having not gotten much sleep, and by the time I got home around 9:30 Eastern, I would be sufficiently tired, even though it was still only 6:30 in SF.
I was wrong. Partly because my preferred way of passing the time on a plane is either watching the inflight movie (Note: The Bucket List is sad. Yes, the ending is predictable. But still sad.) or sleeping. So not only was my body confused about the time zones, but I had slept half the day. Therefore, when I got home, I was wide awake and felt the need to go through all my mail and sort the laundry and unpack everything and watch the first half of last week’s Bones. Oh yes, and pet some kitties.
This has been a very long way of saying that I’m tired. But I’m home. Pictures to come.