Jet Lag

Just when we thought we might have discovered the magic formula for avoiding jet lag (keep awake on the plane and put yourself on your destination's time the second you get on), day #3 hit.  I felt like I had a slow leak somewhere that was basically draining my life fluids.  All I could really take on in the afternoon was a package of pumpkin seeds eaten prone on the couch accompanied by the first season of the The Office.  No trouble falling asleep when the time came, but then at 12:30 A.M. I was bright eyed and bushy-tailed!  Initially, I played a game I made up where I go through each letter of the alphabet and think of countries and cities that begin with that letter.  I got to T and decided to get up and go downstairs.  First I found a box of hair accessories in the bathroom and messed with my hair for awhile.  Then I tried on some new clothes I ordered from Serengeti.  Following the fashion show, I perused some doll clothes patterns and then sat on the stairs playing with some little Chinese charms I'm taking to my knitting group tonight.  Every good insomniac eventually resorts to the internet--pinterest, etsy, facebook.  Inspired by my hairdressing session, I ordered a couple of hair gadgets and a book on DIY braiding on amazon.  Always the optimist (and knowing I had to get up at 6 to weed), I slipped back into the covers, but Mugsy's snoring and the enthusiastic roar of the  air conditioner were stiff competition even though I wound my way through U, V, W, and lastly Z.  This time I moved across the hall into our library and sat on the couch looking at my American girl doll clothes and reading old blogposts from 2010 in one of the bound books of this blog.  That was entertaining.  At 4:30 I finally fell asleep.  And that, my friends, is the downside of international travel--the only one I've discovered so far.  I see a nap in my near future.  A--Algeria, Athens, Atlanta, Arimo, Anaconda, Arizona, Akron...