I can't really imagine flying much more than I do. I mean, I do it by choice, and love the travel, but I spend a lot of damn time in airports. This is an amusing article in the Atlanta Creative Loafing, Weekend at Hartsfield: A half-naked man. Two honeymoons. A 48-hour journey to nowhere by a reporter who voluntarily spent a weekend at my most regular airport, ATL.
My body clock still isn't right from the trip back from Australia. I'm not jet-lagged, in the sense of feeling like crap like I did when I arrived in Spain last year, but I'm not synced up yet to US eastern daylight time. I went to sleep the night before last around midnight, felt fine, then was wide awake at 3:00am. I went back to sleep, and was awoke to a phone call at noon. Then last night, I wasn't tried until 2am, went to sleep immediately, and just slept until 1pm.
I'm getting stuff done during the day and being fairly productive, but I'd like to get back on a regular sleep schedule.
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