The Fog

During a moment of down time I can't read, something I'm normally deperately trying to do, because once I start I will no longer be reading. Instead, I will be sleeping. The fog of jetlag is heavy, granting relief early in the day (today at 3:30 am) but settling over one's mind and body by early afternoon. As the day progresses, the fog thickens, impairing one's ability to comprehend and remember. There is so much to see, smell, taste, hear, touch, and sense but full appreciation of these experiences must wait for a later time.



Jon, in an opportunistic manner, took advantage of the situation to share, gently and unaccusingly of course, that this is the post-call feeling that leads to occasional inattentiveness and unresponsiveness at home. Ok, so he may have a point; but I'll have to think about that.

Bekah