Jetlag days are good days

We flew home at the start of the Easter weekend and I’m finding that I enjoy jet-lag.  Not the feeling itself.  I enjoy the days that you have when you are waiting for your body to come back. We’ve been reading books, eating, sleeping and sometimes going for walks in a way that takes NO notice of anything outside of us. Sometimes it is light outside. sometimes not. One of the best parts of this trip is the number of hours I’ve spend curled up in bed with book after book.



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