Jet Lag

At this point, I don't think my body knows when it's supposed to be awake and when it's supposed to be asleep. After a week of working the graveyard shift, and a 13 hour flight back across the Pacific ocean (back in time actually - but I'm not going to get into that), my mind seems to have short-circuited a bit. I spent most of yesterday staggering around in a semi-conscious haze, awake and alert enough to run a few meaningless errands and take care of a few pieces of business, but not lucid enough for any real work. And while it felt great to be home with the familiar comforts of my apartment (strumming my guitar, reading the paper, watching TV), I still couldn't help but get the feeling that I wasn't actually back yet. Although my body seemed ready to get back to its old routine, my mind hadn't caught up to it. A brief nap in the afternoon helped me get my bearings a little better and helped my mind start to clear up a bit. In retrospect, though, it might have done more harm than good, as I couldn't get to sleep all last night. Even though I felt like I should be tired, my mind just wasn't buying it. I finally gave up after a night off tossing and turning and got out of bed at 6am, took a shower, and walked down the street to get breakfast. And you know what, I didn't feel so bad. Maybe I didn't need the sleep. Who knows. I guess it will all just have to sort itself out, whether it makes sense to me or not. So here I am, one cup of coffee and a blog post into my new day, wondering if my Circadian rhythm will snap back like a rubber band - hoping it will.