I’ve got the “jet lag” blues.

“Jet lag” is really “jet hurry” because everything happens much sooner than usual. Instead of waking up at 6 AM, you wake up at 2 AM. And you are not groggy awake, but wide AWAKE.

I am not lagging at all when I experience jet lag. It seems my body is in a hurry all day long. 

Yesterday morning I awoke at 1:30 AM instead of 2, forced myself to stay in bed for one-half hour, popped out of bed, did laundry, cleaned the kitchen, made a pot of soup, read, visited with my husband, looked at some magazines, folded clothes, made my husband a great omelet and bagel which we leisurely enjoyed in our backyard, under the arbor next to the fish pond, and cleaned up the dishes again.

I was exhausted by 7 AM, and it was still dark! Exhausted didn’t mean sleepy. Oh no, it just meant I had already done a day’s work and remained very tired, but not able to sleep yet.

So my day just keep going.

I finally took a short nap around 5 PM. I finally felt myself drifting into a deep sleep, which I desperately needed when the phone rang. I didn’t answer it, but I was awake again.

Dear friends dropped by at 8:30 PM for a glass of wine and a overdue visit, and I could hardly keep my eyes opened. It was so embarrassing. At 10 PM, I dragged myself to bed. I felt my way upstairs, I was so tired my eyes were already glued shut. I was so tired it was an imposition to pull the covers down and crawl in.

And this morning again at 1:30 AM–POP AWAKE–still tired but POP AWAKE.

So I thought I would blog, but I have nothing profound to say. Not that I write profundity on any given day anyway.

So here I am.

I guess I’ll go clean the oven. No, I’ll paint the bathroom. I have been thinking about doing that anyway.

Now let’s see, what paint store is opened now?