Down the Hall on Your Left

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I Have No Idea Where I Am

I AM HERE. MY BRAIN WILL BE COMING ALONG IN ABOUT THREE DAYS. It is still at about 40,000 feet above the Atlantic strapped into my seat.

Dublin to Philadelphia is about seven and a half hours – longer going west because of strong headwinds. Then we have an hour and a half wait in Philly, then another two hours to Indy. After that it is about 90 minutes to Terre Haute (That’s French for, “I know its 8 PM, but I’m going to bed.”).

It is going to take me a few days to get over the jetlag and back into some sort of synch with the rest of the planet. Right now my body and my brain are on two different continents. I’m not sure which two.

That’s the problem with air travel over long distances. Your body and your mind go at different speeds and rarely arrive at the same time and I’m used to having them operate as a set. I’m not claiming that my mind and body are in top condition at any time, but after a long flight it is like they are the remnants of an elementary school science project.

We arrived back at the house in Terre Haute at about six PM and by 8:30 I was face down in bed. In my body it was 1:30 AM and I don’t have many of those days any more. I rarely see the end of Prime Time television. I slept like a pile of peat bricks. When I woke up at 5:30 AM Indiana Time I was still in the same position. I could have easily been mistaken for a corpse. Of course, I’ve had that happen in a movie theater once or twice.

We landed on Sunday afternoon and I know that it is going to take us until late this week before we are back at full speed and not falling asleep during lunch. Things will be a bit off kilter and I will not operate any machinery heavier than the coffee maker.

“A man’s got to know his limitations.” – Dirty Harry

I’m not even trying to write for a few days. It would come out as pure gibberish… not that it doesn’t do that under normal circumstances, but there is no need to push my luck. I figure that by Friday I’ll be able to tie words together.

Now that we are home I have laundry to do and I’d better get on to it because…next Friday we are going to be flying to Texas to visit family. At least there is only one hour time difference so jetlag will not be a factor. Airport food might do me in, but not jumping time zones.

I may have overestimated my recuperative abilities. I’m wiped out after only 477 words.

Take the time you are saving here and do something productive.

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4 thoughts on “I Have No Idea Where I Am

  1. I returned from Vancouver, Canada to Alicante Spain last month. That’s 13 hours in the air, three airports and an hour drive to home. I got a cold two days after landing. It took me two weeks to get back to what I consider normal. Good luck!!

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  2. Welcome Home……….

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  3. Larry F. Sommers on said:

    If it’s jet lag that accounts for this razor-sharp style and soaring similes (elementary school science project, peat bricks, etc.) then you should fly to and from Ireland more often.


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