Somewhere over the Pacific last week, Andrew and I seem to have changed places. Now it’s Andrew who’s crashing at 10pm and waking up bright-eyed at 7am; now it’s me who’s slogging through my alarm in the morning, looking for any excuse to stay in bed a little longer. On Sunday, Andrew woke up early and went for a run before 7:30; I had to force myself out of bed at 9am to make it to the farmer’s market and yoga. What happened? Who are we? And will things ever return to normal?
It seems crazy, but our jet lag has still not fully disappeared—it’s just changing shape. Leaving town again this coming weekend for two weeks on the East Coast will probably change it in still newer and more interesting ways.