I wonder if there is any evidence to show that when one travels West the jet lag is worse. Whenever I go East, I appear to respond well to the time difference. Anytime I go West, my inner body clock gets all mixed up.
So here I sit at 4.45 am....not that I have woken up at this time...but I simply never fell asleep. There were no naps taken yesterday which could account for this failure to sleep. There was no caffeinated drinks which would hinder said sleep. Despite remaining awake all day, I still seem unable to sleep at a proper time.
4.48 am and I'm still sitting here typing. I think I will crawl back into bed and see if I can't at least sleep for an hour or so before I have to get up and tackle my day. The rain might put me to sleep. My husband's snores could lull me to sleep...or not...at least I should try to sleep.
When I crawl into bed, I will count all the times I have struggled with jet lag over the years. Maybe the counting of these memories will put me to sleep....like the proverbial sheep.
Herein lies a labyrinth of memories...past and present... this is best navigated by going to the very beginning of the blog... it is in the first posts, from March 2008, in which the heart of this blog is found
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Thursday, March 31, 2011
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